Omar
I was thinking I would get lucky and he would stay gone. I don't know why at this point in my life I still think I could possibly be lucky in any way shape or form.
"I have had-----such a trippy day Omar----" Dean walks back onto my boat, "I either did the best acid of my fucking life---or I died dude. It was wild."
To paint the picture for you, he is covered in blood, and for all appearances has been torn limb from limb, with his limbs barely stitching themselves back together as he limps over to one of my deck chairs to throw himself upon it dramatically.
"I'm pretty sure you died," I say, gently.
"You think? Yeah it was kinda weird man----like I don't know, could have been acid. I am hung over as shit or something," he says, flopping back and putting a barely reconstructed arm over his eyes, "How was your day?"
"Not great," boat nearly got torn apart by a shark. Really very typical. "One of my kids texted me that he was going to spend the night here, having some problems at home. Now his phone is out of service it says. I'm worried, I'm going to go after him." Even it means going into that cursed town at night.
"Oh shit do you want like---help? Cause, I wasn't planning on moving for like twelve hours—"
"No, you're fine do your thing," I say, getting a pistol. I don't think it will actually do any good but you never know.
"No, maybe I should come if I WAS attacked and dragged to the Underworld by zombie Titans and if I DID kill them with my own detached limbs prior to turning into a lion, you know it's dangerous out there---or I just did a fucking shit ton of acid to be honest the second one is really more like me—,"
"No, I think you did actually die, come if you want," I say, climbing off my boat. It probably won't be here when I get back.
"I probably should---I mean if I did find acid like that I should probably do some more just to be safe and like—determine—here do you want a joint?"
"No, thank you though you're very kind," I wonder how long I'll get by refusing his gifts before he kills me. Hopefully long enough to find this kid before he does something stupid.
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