That's not even the worst thing that's happened to me. I'd put it at a solid eight.
I try to be good. I tried to help everyone in the apartment complex I used to live in. But, all that got me was a warrant and a title you'd only hear in a damn horror movie.
And still, that +
Your past gets sadder and even weirder upon hearing, but I can surprisingly relate.
Good riddance that she fucking died.
Even better that youโre away from it all. Youโre a good person, Sal.
No matter what happened to you,
Iโm glad youโre alive.
Donโt tell Jeff I said that.
Y'know what, no, I misremembered. She was serving it, but she wasn't the one who made it.
It was this old lady. She was a part of the cult that had its claws sank into the place I used to live.
The old lady who was making the bologna got into a car accident and didn't survive.
What a fucking shit show that mustโve been. And what happened to the lady? She just. . get arrested? Was she cannibalistic or was she just plain stupid?
When I was younger, the lunch lady at my school was making her own bologna.
It tasted so bad, so I decided to get to the bottom of it with a few friends. It was people. She made the bologna out of people, Liu.
Is Jeffโs jerky shit?
Like, actual shit?
Like a turd.
Is he making people taste his shit? Good God.
I thought him being the big spoon to his bodies was weird, but this is a lot weirder than that.
Something like that. I help them pass on. Which is a little fucked up in retrospect.
"Hey I know you just got stabbed, but now it's time to move on." They don't like hearing that.
. . . .
Fuck, I know you mentioned it before, but every time you tell me it Iโm suppose to think like itโs a normal thing.
So youโre off defending us from ghosts?
Or how does. . that work?
See this is exactly what I mean. I depend on you two, I โtrustโ you two when Iโm gone and then I come back. . .
And youโre both gone!
Jeff is somewhere scratching his ass and playing with legos and you?
What have you been doing, Sal?