“I start a fight cause I need to feel something.”
“Well, that’s not very healthy.” Of course he understood that once upon a time, for a short while in his life. But he couldn’t remember that all too clearly now, as he floated along through the passages trying to strike up conversations. Sometimes his mind (or lack of an actual brain in his spectral form) didn’t work as sharply as it had in life. Being dead would do that to you.
“Why not take up boxing?”















