This is where all the work happens.

Most of the time you can’t tell the difference between the low end and the high end. It’s salad-of-the-day topped off with genetics, disease, surgery and good or bad health habits. Usually one wipes the other out. Luck of the draw.

The 7 foot guy is burley and everyone’s scared of him but he’s super nice and carries around a dictionary of old dad jokes in his head to catch people off guard. Even so I’m kinda of the thought that no one is to be trusted, especially the super nice ones.

So I shoot him a stare with daggers whenever he smiles or says hello. It’s better for people to assume I’m an asshole and he’s to be feared.