"Maybe it was. I had a friend whose Dad was named Dad. It's not as unlikely as you might think." He pushes the rest of the pickle into his mouth so he can crunch it down and swallow, reaching for the canned cream and a candy bar so he can work on combining them as one.

"I thought Sandy was alright too, but then she elbowed me in the gut for the bin business. Should've fucking donked their dumb heads together instead of playing the damn mercy card." Clearly she isn't the only one bitter about this.

"Sometimes a good person having a shit friend doesn't make the shit friend good, they just show the good person how to be a jackass. Like what you did to me." He gives her a nudge with his foot. "Of course it hit, I'm a goddamn marksman."