Once Jack got home, he took the padlocks from his mailbox, setting them all in place and locking his windows, getting comfortable and taking a few beers for himself.
…oh fuck. Kinda hungry. Now that I think bout it….whens the last time I ate something? I hope I got some leftover who knows, I don’t care anymore.
Ugh. Get up lazy fat ass GET. UP.
[he got up and went to the kitchen, raiding his fridge for anything, finding some leftover steak or smth]
Well well, my luck today.
It looks pretty good. Wonder how long it’s been in there. Whatever.















