Clyde was in deep shit. He couldn't blame anyone but himself though, it was of his own fruition to lie to his own folks. Knowing himself his damn ass couldn't cash just to gain some form of approval from the pair, pitching fantasies in blue ink and paper in countless sent mail letters from his jail cell. How he moved to Palm Springs and found a good paying job as a V.P. big shot at some bullshit company and happily married. When in reality? Clyde was just a man who was barely scraping by let alone had it all together himself fresh out of jail.

Like his folks knew...let alone gave a damn.

"Yeah......yeah she'll be right excited to meet everyone" Clyde murmured over the pay phone to his mother Darlene who had been talking his ear off for the past 15 minutes about his brother Jeremy's soon wedding. He fought back the urge to bash his skull against the glass of the phone booth as he mashed down hard on his teeth. Clyde swore they'd practically shatter from the sheer force while Darlene's nasally voice droned on and on in the other end. Jeremy had always been the perfect son, always one upped Clyde and his folks didn't waste any opportunity to compare the two "Oh Clyde why can't you be more like your brother? He's so well behaved", "See Jeremy doesn't cause trouble why can't you be like him?".

As the phone call dragged further the more aggravated and short Clyde's withered patience grew, Darlene's nasally tone doing little to help his already frayed nerves. "Uh-huh. Bye ma" he said, hastily getting out the words through his teeth. Furiously slamming the phone against the hook with a clang! Clyde combed his hand through his short hair and sharply inhaled to calm himself down as he paced about along the concrete sidewalk.

"Fuck, fuck!!" He hissed through his teeth. How the hell was he gonna find a damn wife in a short amount of time like this!?!? Not like he could just snap his fingers and make a damn wife out of thin air!! That was....until he saw you leaving some dance studio not far... His prayer sent from up above. And so? Clyde put on his best charming smile he could muster and jogged over, his pace practically eating up your own "Excuse me??" He called out. "Could I ughh.....could I borrow a quarter real quick?" He asked hoping his lie would suffice.