*Sits in the park, thinking about
quickies nothing in particular.*
*Begins to wonder if he should try to get a real job so he doesn't have to subsist on gruel and cheap, cat's piss booze.*
*Can't for the life of him think what marketable skills he has though.* :\
*Ponders the problem quietly until he notices a an
eerily familiar silhouette lurching down the street towards him.*
*frowns* Is that guy on a
leash?