And the son of a bitch turns the fucking lights on. I wake up. Open my eyes.
“MOTHERFUCKER!! I WAS SLEEPING GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
YOU PIECE OF SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“Nope, that ain’t it. That’s the point. If I am, then so are you. And we will find out, won’t we?”
“So fucking what, then?”
“C’mon. Get your ass up. Gotta go.”
“Fucking where for Christsake?”
“Exactly. Dad’s missing.”
“Da fuq do you mean, ‘dad’s missing’”
“I mean tried calling, went over, asked around, not there.”
“You serious?”
“Like death, which, you know, let’s hope not.”
“How long are we looking for this asshole, I have things to do.”
“You won’t, if we don’t find him. I made coffee. We leave now.”