After noon delight.(Written as I waited for a client-so shut up..22 minutes byatch) The backseat was awfully quiet. Joseph just wasn’t talking anymore, which was strange because he almost never shut up. Now he was just staring out at the road and the old buildings that seemed emphasize just how sad he felt. Bombo road would forever be etched in his mind. He felt very sick, but he wasn’t sad because he felt ill. He was sad because of what had happened just a few minutes before. His mother was rushing him home so she could get off back to work. Or at least that’s what he thought. She was in fact rushing him home but she wasn’t going to go to work; she had some other place to go that he always heard her mention before. The club. Joseph had always wanted to ask to be taken to the club, but he knew he’d never be taken there. He was lucky to get taken anywhere outside of home anyway. He’d managed to get a deal with his mother. She would come home at lunch time to eat and he’d have