closed starter: (@matthew-ryder)
Top down, Herman’s Hermit’s blaring. It was a sunny day in Florida. Well, everyday in July was a sunny day. And humid. Fuck, was it humid. The choice in music may have seemed a bit odd, but it was his dad’s favourite group. Familiar and soothing. The hazy memory of needle scratching black vinyl. His childhood in Vegas. Now cruising in a black 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California spider. The car famously owned by Jane Fonda. No, HE didn’t own it. It belonged to Matthew Ryder----- the classic automobile had been added to his collection six months ago. Butch opted for the vintage ride, opposed to his pal’s redesigned Audi R8. He’d always been a bit antiquated. It was four in the afternoon, time to fetch his Hollywood superstar from the jazz bar. Maybe they had a Monday Happy Hour?? Butch hadn’t really found his bearings in this town yet. “Someone order valet??” he hollered out the passenger side window. There he was. Bonafide celebrity, getting his fix of nicotine. “Hop in, partner.” Southern charm? Sure, we’ll call it that.