The year was 1997 and Mike Lowery was driving his new Lamborghini that he wasted money on. His partner Markus Burnett was buying a hotdog at a small hot dog stand in Miami's streets. He had ordered extra ketchup, mustard, relish, and sauerkraut. It was the messies hotdog that had ever lived. As soon as Markus got his hotdog he walked over to Mike's car but frowned at the words Mike said.
"Uh-uh. There is no way in hell that hotdog is going near my sweet Lambo."
"Oh come on Mike this is bullshit. Let me have one day of freedom. Just one. I'm married. Do you have to deal with that? No, cause you're Mike Lowery, one crazy nigga that's who."
Markus put the hot dog in his mouth and chewed it. It was satisfying. He walked toward the car, but Mike wouldn't let him anywhere nearer.
"Markus, let me tell you something. One day you will get your freedom from me. It will be a nice, amazing, freedom. I think you deserve it. You watched my back for years man and I feel like I owe it to you."
Markus felt gratitude. He agreed to Mike and walked towards the car once more with the hotdog in his hand. Mike stopped him once more.
"Mike. This doesn't feel like freedom to me."
"O-oh you thought I meant today. No no I meant one day, as in the future, like when I have a station wagon then yes you will have freedom."
Markus sighed and finished his hotdog, then got in the passenger seat of the car. They had a job to do in Colorado. They were going to find a Miami serial killer, who fled to Colorado. He was spotted at an old hotel that was way up in the mountains. Markus sighed and shook his head.
"Mike. You are a dumbass for thinking this Lamborghini can get up the mountains in Colorado. I mean a snowplow would be ideal."
"Markus. Do I bitch to you about the shitty car you drive in? No. So shut your damn mouth"
The car ride would be a long one for these two. As for the hotel they were going to, it was going to be a bad experience for them. They were not going to understand what The Overlook had for them.