Was Melvin going the right way? Great question. Did he even really care if he was or not? Better question. Had he even really settled on a particular destination? Best question. No to everything! Good talk.
Sticking around here for too long seemed like an actual nightmare, but really, what was the rush? There was absolutely no sign of the terrible outdoors, no tedious paperwork, and no imminent threat of literal clowns. Behavioural clowns were a hazard in perpetuity. Still, especially next to his crappy apartment, this place was basically paradise. Maybe living on this train for the next⊠seven or eight years wouldnât be so bad. HAHAHAHA no, yeah right, get him out of here with as little murder as possible thanks, he doesnât need things like âaccessoriesâ or âmeatballsâ or âa bedframe.â
Speak Think of the devil, however vaguely.
If he said yes, was Jack going to shank him and absorb his number while he was at his weakest? It was⊠a possibility, but heâd probably have done it by now if he really felt so inclined. And if Melvin got himself killed by being dumb enough to walk with a Turbo Killer Number Increaser, that was on his own stupid shoulders. It would go against his better judgment if he possessed anything resembling good judgment in the first place. So weâre in the clear.
âMe? As long as itâs not circus pizza, I guess.â
Managing to forget or outright ignore being hungry was one of his special skills half the time. Johnny would never let him go home without a reminder to bring something with him, but that could only help so much.
â⊠You mean actual food, right. Youâre not gonna start gnawing on a pillow or something?â
