Oh I beg to differ, I think we have a lot to discuss. After all, you are a client. Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there, for the world, for the people around you. Who knows? Maybe one day they will be. I’m real proud of you for coming, bro. I know you hate funerals. Somehow, I doubt that. You have a good heart, Dexter. He taught me a code. To survive. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle missing a piece. And I’m not even sure what the picture should be.
Tell him time is of the essence. Under normal circumstances, I’d take that as a compliment. I’m really more an apartment person. I’ve lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted until the dark became my world and I could see.