Well-Behaved Monsters: chapter 24

That’s my take on the situation, too, that a few drinks might help the situation. Regarding Big Phil’s assertion about the impact of drugs, eh, not so much, for it seems mighty obvious how that’s working out. A radio is just barely audible in his room most of the time, and his truck is here, so it’s a safe bet he’s present, an identical state for umpteen consecutive days and nights now. However, this is precisely the current dilemma. If I had to chart his trajectory, though unconfirmed, I would theorize it went from him driving around buying drugs with that Jen chick, to him driving around buying drugs without that Jen chick, to him just lying around in his room all day doing drugs.

So with Joe mostly asea in his early relationship tour of duty, and Pete, despite his own girlfriend, as always good for exactly one night a week of subdued beers with us fellows at some chill bar, Dylan has turned into almost a roommate by proxy, my default comrade for the more outrageous outings. He and I were always the only two getting seriously behind these prop based shenanigans anyway. Of which the latest Pardners outing is long overdue, one which finds him dropping by late afternoon, having already been given a key to the place, before I’m even home from work.

A somewhat strange scene awaits me as I do, however, for in opening the front door, I am greeted by my first Phil…