Billy smile at the comment about sharks. It was an old story that everyone in the entertainment business told each other. It was even more ironic since the people who told that story tended to have just as many teeth as the other sharks. It was like one massive inside joke that no one found funny.
They crawled along the freeway, and another half hour went buy before Billy started shifting painfully in his seat, and finally, at forty-five minutes, he pulled off the freeway and stopped in a Denny's parking lot. As they eased to a stop, and Billy pulled himself up with a hand on the frame of the door at the edge of the roof, he said, a voice meant to be easy, "Feel like driving?" Too long in that chair, tensing and focusing on the controls, and all his joints went to hell. He hauled himself out of the car and quite literally set himself on his good leg. It did not look like an enjoyable experience.