"He didn't look like much," Mav recalls, wiping grease off his hands. "Baggy hoodie, looking at his phone like it owed him money. But I needed a push, and he had two working arms."
They don't know where they are going. For the first time in a long time, for both of them, that is the point. mav and joey
Mav believes in planning. He has spreadsheets for gas mileage and a binder full of paper maps. Joey believes in vibes. He navigates by the position of the sun and the name of the last town that sounded cool. "He didn't look like much," Mav recalls, wiping