Jim sat astride his Harley-Davidson as he motored down Ventura Highway. The smell of salt air and the cool wind flowing through his long locks of auburn hair made him think he was experiencing paradise on earth. “Life doesn’t get any better,” he thought.
He would occasionally steal a glance at the Pacific Ocean to see dolphins frolicking about. He was about to pinch himself when he felt a hand grab his shoulder from behind, shaking it violently, and heard a voice saying, “Jim! Jim! Come on man, you gotta wake up. The boss is coming!”
He would occasionally steal a glance at the Pacific Ocean to see dolphins frolicking about. He was about to pinch himself when he felt a hand grab his shoulder from behind, shaking it violently, and heard a voice saying, “Jim! Jim! Come on man, you gotta wake up. The boss is coming!”
