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used to theorize about him a lot. Boy! So much for my
theories. He came into the Day all the time, wanted us
to be friends. Just wanted a friend. Poor creepy son of
a bitch."
"He wanted you to become a Nazi."
"Aw, who took that seriously?" Hayes took
Smalter's lighter to light a cigarette. "Poor old Lime.
'Spend time with Lime, and spend less.' You know,
really, what was he? Like he said, a guy that worked
hard, paid his own way, never had it easy, felt pushed
around, put down, not too special, not too successful;
devoid of charm, or family, or grace, or much luck, or
even the trust, much less affection, of most people
around him. All the grudges and frustrations and that
piss-ass unarticulated unhappiness of the vast silent
majority."
"If you're writing his obituary, Alvis, don't forget to
mention he raped a woman and shot her husband to
death. Your poor son of a bitch."
"Aw, what do you know?" slurred Hayes loudly.
"Get off your high horse, Sammy. Who knows what
happened out there?" He offended the midget, who set