“. . . Hold on, that’s reason enough to have one too many. Especially after takin’ out the Red Sox the way they did. They just. . . Fumble?!
Anyways, go Mariners—!”
“Sounds Mad Maxy. . . Buddy, you’d love the shit outta Limbo City then. Got the charcuterie board equivalent of demons over there.” There truly wasn’t a boring day.
“Yeah, I get ya. . . Some people live their entire lives not knowing what’s really in the shadows until —
“No, limbo in my case is a place called The Green World. But that’s another story. I have the ability to maneuver through the shadows/darkness as I please. It’s my own dimension. But technically, I suppose it’s some form of limbo. It’s comin’ from several areas. Hate, regret, —
“So kinda like Limbo.”
In her case, Limbo was very literal. A realm between the heavens, earth and hell. Typically a neutral plane.
“That help coming from the relatable kindness of your heart or outta obligation?”
“The abyss in this scenario is the darkness. I have a remote location between realms. Perfect when I either don’t wanna be bothered by shitheads. Or, I’m trying to brain storm with a few ‘colleagues’ [referring to the scorched]. I think what I do far exceed any fake —
“I wouldn’t put it like that. I have a secret HQ in the abyss. But I spend most of my time in the back alleys with homeless people. I feel more welcomed around them. I don’t need money but I kill people who kill innocent people for it.”
“Well, that must be nice.”
Says the one living with sister but that isn’t the point—!
“Either way, money is money and we all kinda need it. Maybe not you. . . With whatever ya got going on.”
“I get that but unfortunately this,”
Her left hand, with Ivory in tow, would gesture to their general surroundings, as if there was something to be shown. Were her guns always in hand? Maybe—
“Is how I make money. You ain’t hear about the housing crisis and all that?”