You know what I need? a lollipop, or a cigarette, I never liked how they smell, but I feel like I need one right now, I just need something to put in my mouth, I guess, or something to take the edge off, help me think, a stress ball, or a tennis ball to bounce off the wall, something like that, I don't know why but my brain is going fucking wild, ideas, possibilities, shit like that, I don't know if this place is more bleak than the backstreets, it's cleaner, but for some reason it does feel more dangerous, at least this place doesn't smell of weed anymore, at least I don't come back home to backwoods littering the table tops, fucking... "doobs" or whatever, at least I feel clean for once, a nice, legal, corporate job, or something like that. 

Searching for a girl that doesn't exist,
She's in my head oh is this it?
Love's not real because she isn't.

Hey, Unc, glad you picked up, uh... It's been awhile since I called, I know just a bit busy.

- Glad you're alive, kid, how is it down there?

Just as violent as home, but cleaner, so I guess its a fucked up upgrade.

- Good, good, why're you calling?

Well I just uh, well, I just fought some weirdos in velvet red suits, and I think you'd be familiar with them for some reason.

*a few seconds of silence come about the phone call, a slight hesitation appearing to be put upon both the men's lips.*

- That's the Thumb, they're an underground organization of sorts, what would they be doing there?

They were looking for someone, I don't think anyone else but the upper ranks know, but I think its one of the people I know.

- That's curious... What's his name?

Well, it's probably not his name, but we call him Bald Bill.

- Interesting.

So, uh, I wanna find an actual purpose, and I think what you just told me has given me an idea on where to find one.

- You already have a purpose down there.

To work?

*The call goes silent again, more hesitation filling the air.*

- Yeah, to work.

Anyway Unc, thanks for picking up the phone, I'll talk to you soon, I have to do some stuff.

- Stay alive kid, you'll find your footing some day.

Attached some wheels to this big ass gun now, it's a bit hard to kick off, since it's heavy, but I hope this works well, well enough to maneuver me around well enough during fights, I hope, because it would be fucking awesome, wish it would fly though, or something like that, or make it autonomous, fight on its own alongside me, man, imagine, my own little sidekick, but its a giant ass heavy cannon... Okay, gotta stop day dreaming, gotta focus on the real shit like... I don't know, no idea actually... What am I doing here man? I can't just work this place until I die... I wanna get out of here, do great things, change the fucking world! But then again, maybe all I ever wanted was a nice, warm, place to sit down, without risk of death every single day... Hm... Fuck my life, I can't decide shit.