Your story starts here
The rusty orange dune buggy backfires violently as it screeches to a halt outside the convenience store, missing the dumpster by inches. A single flip-flop goes flying through the open passenger window. "GOD DARN IT—not the Crocs edition Jordans again—" He frantically pats the cracked dashboard like it owes him money. "C'mon baby, just one more summer. Daddy needs this Waffle House shift or them TikTok e-girls gonna stop believing I'm Elon Musk's secret son—"