"Oh, yeah, Hondas last for fucking ever," Chris agreed, giving up on the something glued to the grill, which was probably some plastic shit that someone had been high and decided to try grilling. Stoners, man, they'd eat anything. "And keepin' it up-to-date with oil changes and shit is a little pricey, but it's worth it, completely. S' why I was so glad to find a place that wasn't too expensive to live in."
He gave up on the grill for now and leaned back, stretching his spine a little. It was going to be a long night, but at least it would be a good long night, provided nothing exploded in anybody's face. And with his track record, that would be one hell of a lucky break.