I blow spots like Waco, Texas

When my friend-slash-co-worker asked me for a ride I told him I might give him the ride, but I also might be weary of him judging me.

My car is messy and dirty on a different level. Yesterday, I found the Chinese food leftover boxes that I thought I had forgotten at the restaurant two nights before. When I saw the Chinese lettering on the boxes my first feeling was pride that I could now identify the dominant, sweet smell in the vehicle. Currently I am wondering what the other smells are.

When he opened the car door Co-Worker said, "Oh, I've seen worse," and plopped down into the passengers' seat, not bothering to move anything, including a hard-backed book. "Man, if this embarrasses you, you should come to my apartment. Our living room got so bad that my wife and I had to take these bankers' boxes that she stole from work and put everything that was in the living room into tens of these boxes and stacked them along the wall. The living room is spic-and-span, but it looks like we just went through the most intense audit the IRS has ever performed on a non-business entity."

My friends? My friends equal cool.