Life Would be a Dream ~ A Story About Pickles

Chapter 15: My Lawyer Eats Roadkill

       Randy wakes up after an hour of sleep, still worried about who Parsley will choose. He gets up and awaits Parsley outside his apartment room. It is like 6:00 AM. Maybe 15 minutes later Parsley leaves the room. 

      "Wha- Randy? What are you doing here?" He asks, he seems sleep deprived.

     "WHO'D YOU PICK???" Randy demanded to know the answer.

     Parsley is silent for a while. "I chose Mirphy." 

      "WHAAAAAAAAAAT??????" Randy gasps.

       "I'm sorry Randy, but she's actually offering me money. You're literally just some homeless guy who keeps hurting me and asking me for things," Parsley sighs, "I hope that makes sense."

      "But what about Jimo- your dad? Didn't he try to convince you?" Randy asks.

     "What. He told you his name? Wow, I think he liked you more than me. Whatever, the conversation with him did not go well."

     "YEAH RIGHT- I'm pretty sure a dad would love his son more than just some smelly stranger!" 

     "You never know." Parsley says. He doesn't say anything else and just walks away.

     DADDY ISSUES??!?!?!?!!??!?!?! WHAT????? Randy finds it hard to believe Jimothan is a bad dad. But he has more important issues, he needs to find a LAWYER. Randy bolts out of the apartment and begins searching the streets. It's actually pretty empty today. Less panicked businessmen and women screaming they're late, oh god they're late. It's kinda foggy and still grey skies. While looking around Randy finds some hunched kid poking around at the street.

       "HEY! Are you a lawyer?" He yells, pointing at the child. The kid looks up at him. 

      "No." he says in response.

      "WANNA BECOME ONE?"

       "No, not really." he goes back to minding his own business.

       "It's always great to try new things!" Randy walks up to the kid.

       "I'll stick to looking for roadkill."

      "R-Roadkill? Ummm... I also enjoy looking for roadkill! What do you do with the roadkill, though?"

      "Fry it for dinner."

       "Wha- OH- I love doing that too! We roadkill eaters need to stick together, heh! Please be my lawyer!" 

      "Hmmmm.... I dunno..." the kid fixes his posture. "Maybe if you helped me find some roadkill I'll help you."

       "YEAH- SURE. I'll help you find some roadkill. But only if you PROMISE to be my lawyer!" Randy sighs, why is he doing this.

      He and the kid begin scavenging the streets for some delicious dead opossum and run over skunks, when Randy starts to feel awkward, as they hadn't said anything to each other.

       "Sooo.... what's your name?" he asks.

      "Trevor, whadda'bout you?" Trevor responds. 

       "Randy."

       "Yeah, you seem like a Randy."

       WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN.