dodgy deals [rave]

Daddy says people are social animals, that they can't live alone, but I feel like it's when you're all alone -- it's so much better to have real solitude. Metal junkyard cutting skin and homemade taser in my pocket, it's easier. Being alone, it's not as hard as my dad says it is. It doesn't matter if you're happy or not, you can just- just sit. And walk, and breath and live and walk in midnight boots and that's all it is. 

That's all I need. 

They're somewhere around here though, some of Dutch's drugmen or whatever. Maybe I can get shit cheaper, hell if I know, drug's half off, conversation for free? HAha that'd be nice, don't have to pay for a good talk -- I guess drug dealers have pretty good backstories. Echoes carry less across brick walls, "so, you want any weed-"

"It's fuckin me, Daniel-" coat around my neck, metal arm in my pocket -- hard to fake my identity anymore. It used to just be a stick- well, it used to be a fuckin' arm. That's weird, huh? State of evolution, "but yea I want some lmfao." People are born with two arms, a need for others, a knack for survival, I guess I forgot about that hmm. 

"I'm guessin' there's no employee discounts on hook ups, huh?"