My ears are ringing from the explosion.
Hobie. I want him to be my Dad. I want to know how to restore antique furniture and make everyone love me.
Boris. I am hearing everything in my head in a Russian accent right now, and I’m craving an 8ball and a bottle of vodka. I’m not even quite sure what is in an 8ball. Heroin? Coke? Whatever. Don’t care. Boris, I suspect will come to a bad end.
No spoilers, I am only half finished.
Good shit.