Part I: Origins, Year -8

Ok, there will be new characters introduced, but you'll see how they fit in to the already existing story.

Chapter I: Origins

Year -8

     Sydd and Leon Xero are brothers; Sydd is 13 and Leon is 10. They live in a city called Swampy Fields, once a small town later fused with other small towns in the area to become a city with a clear class grid. They were both born with mental illnesses that influence their personalities. As with anyone else in the world, they have people who affect their lives in tremendous ways. The people in their lives have their own stories to tell as well. As children, life is still relatively normal for Sydd and Leon, but everyone eventually grows up…

“Sydd! Sydd! Wake up! It’s time for school, let’s go!” Moxxie, Sydd’s mother who is white, has straight, light brown hair, and who wears glasses is shaking him awake. Sydd, who has light tan skin, and slightly chunky mumbles something unintelligible. She nudges him again. “Get up, I’m not taking you to school again!”

     “Alright, alright already!” He gets up, grabs his jacket and backpack, leaves the house, and waits at the bus stop. His bus finally pulls up; he gets on, and sits next to Rob, a white kid with short, black hair. “Hey, what’s up, man?”

     “I’m doing good, forgot to do yesterday’s homework.” Rob sighs.

     “I honestly think you don’t do your homework just so you could copy off me.”

     “We wouldn’t be in the same grade if I didn’t.”

     “Wow, that’s a jerk move.”

     “Sorry, but you know, if you’d rather not have me in classes with you and me still in elementary school, then… you know… whatever…”

     “Alright, I get your point.”

     “You know Sydd, you should let him do his own homework and fend for himself”, says Marissa, a fat, tan girl with long black hair, and round glasses who pops out from the seat behind them.

     “It wouldn’t be any fun without him and you know it.” The bus stops at the school and they get off. They go into the cafeteria and eat breakfast.

     “Oh, Sydd, what did you get for number 8 on the math assignment?” Marissa asks.

     “Who’s asking for answers now, huh?” Rob says.

     “It’s totally not the same thing, Rob”, she says.

     “Yeah huh!”

     “Nuh uh!”

     “Both of you, shut up, I have a headache.” Sydd says.

     “Had another attack?” Marissa asks.

     “Yeah, luckily no one was around this time.”

     “Maybe you need more medicine.”

     “No… no… I don’t want any more medicine. If I could, I’d stop.”

     “But your attacks!”

     “They wouldn’t be there if I could stop.”

“Just saying you should talk to your doctor.”

“Maybe.”  She gives him a hard look. “I will.”

“It’s so you can be okay all the time.”

“I know, I know, without you, I’d probably fall apart.”

“No, you would.”

“Thanks for being there Marissa.”

“You’re gonna marry me someday, right?” she laughs.

“Ha ha, we’ll see Marissa.” He gives her a smile. “Come on, we gotta go to class.” Meanwhile, Leon is sitting in the principal’s office with Moxxie.

“Thank you for meeting me before school, Mrs. Xero. We need to talk about Leon’s behavior.”

“What did he do this time?”

“Well, to put it simply, this isn’t his usual stuffing the toilets with toilet paper and flushing or hiding the teacher’s erasers. He sent a classmate to the hospital today.”

“He got into a fight?”

“He started it. After he punched Justin in the face over and over he started to choke him. The teacher tried pulling him off, but he got a lucky shot to the jewels and then Leon let go of the kid’s throat and started banging the back of his head on the leg of the desk. Two teachers happened to be in the hallway and came in and it took them both to pull him off. Your son will receive in-school suspension for the rest of the year. I will recruit a tutor so he can continue his school work.”

“What do you have to say for yourself Leon?”

“He made me mad, I couldn’t control myself, I felt like I was crazy, like how dad gets sometimes.” Leon says.

“Did you take your medicine?”

“N-yeah. Please don’t tell dad.”

“A tutor should be fine for the rest of the year, that way no one can set him off.” Moxxie says to the principal.

“Ok, from now on, Leon, you will be in room 36, you will be there from homeroom to dismissal. You will get your lunch before everyone else, and you will have your own isolated cubicle. Go, homeroom starts in five minutes.” Leon gets up and the other two start talking. He leaves the office and crosses Aaron and John in the hallway.

“So how’d it go?” Asks Aaron, a skinny white kid with short, light brown hair.

“Yeah, how bad is it?” John, a skinny white kid with short, dark brown hair and oval glasses asks in a southern accent.

“I’m in big trouble. I’ll tell you on the bus ride home.” Leon says.

“Ok” they say. Later that day, both kids get home from school, Sydd before Leon. Leon goes upstairs to the room that he shares with Sydd and sees him watching TV and eating a sandwich.

“Hey bro, whatcha got there?” Leon asks Sydd.

“Sandwich, want one?”

“Yeah sure.” Sydd reaches next to him and pulls a sandwich on a plate and a glass of milk from the floor and hands them to Leon. “Thanks bro.”

“Uh huh, you’re my bro, I gotta take care of you, and hopefully you’ll do the same for me.”

“Bro, I’ll always have your back.”

“Awesome. Hey, I’m going to hang out with Marissa, Kelly, and Rob. Wanna join?”

“Yeah, Aaron and John are busy today anyway.” So the two leave the house and meet up with Marissa, Rob, and Kelly.

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind, but I brought Leon with me.”

“It’s alright, as little brothers go, yours is the best.” Marissa says.

“So where’s this dead body you found, Rob?” Sydd asks.

“It’s behind the railroad tracks on 37^th street.” Rob responds. So they start heading in that direction.

“I don’t know why your brother has to come with us, he’s only a kid, he’s probably gonna cry.” Kelly, a skinny white girl with sandy brown hair and rectangle glasses tells Sydd.

“No one else is complaining but you, Kelly.” Sydd says.

“He just better not get in the way.” Kelly says.

“I won’t, I promise.” Leon says. They walk over to 37^th street and cross the railroad tracks. When they get there, cop cars and police tape surround the area. Sandra, Lois, Michael, and Charlie are talking to the cops. A cop walks up and shoos them away. Leon is staring at the crime scene watching the cops. “Cool!” They go back onto 37^th street and turn right.

“Well that was a bust.” Kelly says.

“I f*****g hate pigs.” Rob says.

“Robbie! Stop cursing! Especially since we have a kid with us!” Marissa says.

“F**k you! I’m going home! See you tomorrow!” Rob says.

“Bye.” Kelly turns around and heads in the direction of her house.

“Wanna hang at my house?” Sydd asks Marissa.

“Sure.”  They start heading homeward bound when Leon spots some of his classmates at the playground.

“Can I hang out with Gabriella, Charlotte and Carmella?” Leon asks Sydd. Sydd checks his watch.

“It’s four o’clock now. At quarter to five I will take Marissa home and swing by and pick you up. We’ll both be home for dinner. So, all girls, huh?”

“Think of it this way, if one of them or another girl notices, I could have a girlfriend when I’m your age.”

“But- but- you’re ten.”
“Yeah, so? I like girls, so what?”

“Hahaha. Alright, I’ll be by around five.”

“Oh, and good luck, I hope our conversation helped. See ya brother”, and they fist bump. Sydd turns around and heads home and Leon walks into the playground and approaches the girls. “Hey girls, what’s up?”

“Eew! A boy!” Charlotte, a skinny white girl with long, black hair says.

“Yeah, boys are yucky!” Carmella, a short, tan girl with short black hair says.

“Ooh! Burn!!” They both say and make a hissing sound while touching index fingers.

 “Of course you can play with us”, Gabriella, a tall, tan girl with long black hair says.

“Good thing you have brains.” Leon says to Gabriella. Charlotte and Carmella put on a pout. “What are you guys playing?”

“Freeze tag.” Charlotte says.

“Ok, who’s It?”

“Run”, Gabriella says with a smirk, so they start playing freeze tag. Meanwhile, Marissa is watching TV with Sydd in his room.

“Hey Marissa?” Sydd asks.

“Yeah Sydd?”

“You ever think that maybe, you know, we could go out sometime? Maybe when we’re older if you’re not ready now…” he says sheepishly.

“Haha, you wouldn’t be able to handle me!” Marissa laughs.

“Ha, yeah, I guess you’re right…” Sydd says halfheartedly. He looks at the clock. “Hey, uh, it’s four-forty.”

“Oh, I gotta go.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” So they leave, and he drops her off. He doubles back and heads to the playground where he picks up Leon. “Hey bro?” he calls out to Leon. Leon turns around, turns back, tells the girls he’ll see them tomorrow and runs back to Sydd. “Hey dude.”

“Hey bro.”

“How’d your little play date go?”

“Gabby says she wants to be friends with me and hang out and play and stuff.”

“Cool” and they fist bump.

“You?”

“Eh, she thought I was kidding…”

“Oh, that stinks bro.”

“Yeah, but what are you gonna do?” They reach the house and head upstairs.

“You should try Kelly next.”

“Uhh… I’ll wait a little while first, two rejections close together hurts more than one at a time.”

“Ok, that’s your deal bro.”

“Dinner!” they hear Moxxie call from downstairs.

“What are we having?” Leon asks Sydd.

“Uh, chicken cutlets and rice and beans.”

“Red or black?” They leave the room and head into the bathroom to wash their hands.

“Red.”

“Good. Hey do you think mom is gonna tell dad about school?” Leon asks as they are washing their hands.

“Probably not, but there may be a chance.” He sighs, “There always is.” They head downstairs and eat dinner without incident and so does the rest of the evening. The next day, Sydd gets ready for school. “Leon! Leon!” Sydd is shaking him awake.

“Humba?”

“Dude, I can’t find my book bag.”

“It’s under the mamfle…” he falls asleep. Sydd wakes him up again.

“What?”

 “It’s under the table downstairs.”

“Oh, ok, thanks.” Sydd runs downstairs and sure enough, it’s under the table. He checks his watch and bolts out the door, down the street, and then down the hill to his bus stop, where the bus is getting ready to leave. He makes it to the bottom of the hill as the last kid boards and he follows. He sits down next to Rob, exhausted.

“What the hell happened to you?” Rob asks.

“Can’t… breathe… ran… fast… so… not…late…” he manages to say between breaths.

“I don’t know why you give a s**t about school.” Rob says.

“Cause, I wanna be the best me I can be.”

“That was corny as hell.”

“Robert! No swearing! One more time and I’m going to have to write you up!” the bus monitor yells.

“F**k you Miss Sharon, you don’t own me!”

“Robert, sit down NOW!”

“Sit down, dude.” Sydd says as he tugs on his shirt.

“Come over here and make me, you fat b***h!”

“ROBERT, SIT YOUR F*****G A*S DOWN RIGHT NOW!” Rob sits down.

“Hypocrite.” This just angers Sharon and she fumes for the remainder of the bus ride in silence. They walk into school and head into the cafeteria.

“Rob?”

“Yeah?”

“I gotta admit that was pretty awesome back there” and Sydd raises his fist and they bump.

“Oh, before I forget, what did you get for all the numbers on last night’s math homework?”

“Why don’t you ever do it yourself?”

“Cause I got more important things to do than homework.”

“Like what?”

“Video games, TV, food, sleep…”

“Yeah, that’ll get you ahead in life.”

“I’m thirteen, I don’t give a s**t.”

“Whatever, man. C’mon, let’s go find Marissa and Kelly before Marissa pitches a fit about how ‘we don’t love her’.” They walk up to the girls.

“Having a little secret boy meeting? What, you don’t love me enough to let me in on your little secret? Secrets don’t make friends and friends don’t keep secrets you know.” Marissa says.

“Well, now that you mention it, you’re right. We were holding a secret from you and know what? It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all. So, here goes: Rob told me he’s up to 3 ball hairs and he wanted to show me, no homo involved. Now, aren’t you glad you know that information?” Sydd responds.

“F*****g pigs.” Kelly says.

“You know that’s just vulgar, what are you turning into Rob?” Marissa says and she walks away with Kelly.

“Wow, it was just a joke.” Sydd turns to Rob and Rob nods in agreement.

“Women, what are you gonna do?”  Rob says.

“C’mon, let’s go to class.” Meanwhile, Leon is standing at the bus stop with Aaron and John.

“So, how was your aunt’s house, John?” Leon asks.

“Boring. My uncle talked about his sweater the whole time.”

“Oh… how was the dentist Aaron?”

“Fu- you” Aaron says, slightly muffled. He looks at Leon, smiles and shows off braces.

“Oho! Looks like you have a mouth full of tinfoil!” Leon laughs.

“Fu- you gri-“Aaron says, slightly muffled again.

“Eh, you know I love you bro, the three of us, we’ll never split.” Leon says as he holds both in each arm. The bus pulls up and they quickly separate and try to look innocent and get on the bus.

“Aww, that’s cute, the boys were hugging!” Charlotte says.

“Aaron, Leon, and John sitting in a tree… k-i-s-s-i-n-g…” Carmella says.

“Shut up you two!” John yells to the girls.

“Sit down and shut up! All of you!” Sharon yells. They sit down and the bus pulls away. Meanwhile, Sydd is walking the halls and he hears a voice.

“Hey crazy boy.”

“Me?” No response.

“Over here.” He turns around. Nothing. All of a sudden he feels a blow to the head. He turns around, and there’s Samson, a tall, muscular kid with long, black hair and a little bit of facial hair.

“What do you want?” Sydd asks.

“To prove you’re crazy.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard a rumor that you might be crazy. So I decided to have a little fun.”

“You’re sick, you know that? What was the point of that anyway?”

“What was the point of what?” he asks mock stupidly.

“Hitting me in the head!”

“I didn’t do that.” He says as he walks away.

“I coulda sworn he hit me in the back of the head, I can feel it. He was behind me… I think… oh man, am I crazy?” Just then, he sees Marissa turn the corner.

“There you are! I was sent to go find you; you’ve been out of class for twenty minutes! C’mon, let’s go!”

“Al-alright, I’m com-coming.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just so confused… so confused.”

“What happened?”

“Samson tried to make me think I was crazy by throwing his voice out so I’d think I was hearing things and then popped me in the back of the head.”

“Oh, no, what an a*****e!”

“Marissa!”

“Sorry, that makes me mad, you’re delicate, and people don’t understand that you’re not like everyone else.”

“I’d rather be treated like I was.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I do.”, he says with an annoyed look and he turns and walks into the classroom, Marissa following behind him. Later that day, the kids are on the bus. Sydd turns to Rob, “You guys coming over tomorrow? You still haven’t given me an answer.”

“I will, my parents haven’t given me an answer yet. We don’t have a turkey, so chances are there won’t be a Thanksgiving this year. They’ve been fighting a lot lately. Recently, my mom’s started drinking again and my dad’s been acting weird, I don’t want them to come with me, they’ll just embarrass me.”

“Ok, Marissa? Is your mom coming?”

“No, I can’t make it after all. I’m going with my mom to my grandmother’s.”

“Ohh, ok then, have fun.”

“I’m sorry, Sydd.”

“It’s all good, I still get to share it with my brother from another mother. Sydd reaches his arm out and half hugs Rob. Rob immediately recoils and escapes it.

“Don’t touch me like that, bro. I ain’t gay.”

“Haha whatever man.” Sydd’s stop comes, and he gets off the bus. “Later.” He goes into the house. “Hey mom.”

“Hey Sydd. How many extra places do I have to set? Since you went and decided to invite five extra people, not including the fact that your grandparents are coming over, and Leon invited a couple of his friends, too then you go and make it fifteen. You know we can’t afford that many people!”

“I’m sorry mom, I just wanted to spend the holiday with my friends and figured you could talk with the parents.”

“Ok, but ask before you go inviting everyone.”

“Doesn’t matter, only Rob is coming anyway.”

            “Oh… ok then.” The next day, Rob knocks on the door and Sydd answers.

            “What up, dude?”

            “Whatever.” Rob says as he slams the door behind him. Moxxie comes from the kitchen into the living room.

            “Robert, I know you’re a guest here, but can you not slam the door? Thanks.” She goes back to the kitchen. Rob gets mad and punches the couch.

            “Wanna play some video games?”

            “Sure.”

            “Hey, at least she didn’t call you Bobby. I know how much you hate that name.”

            “What’s so hard about just saying Rob? One syllable. Less effort than Robert. I hate proper names like Robert, Michael, James. It’s just easier to call someone Rob, Mike, or Jim. I get it that Robert is my full name, but I ain’t fancy like that. Just Rob would be nice, like a burglar, which is what my dad used to call me.”

            “Um, ok then.”

            “What games you got?”

            “Uh, Fast Rodent, Crazy Marsupial, Dragon Buddy, Endless Story seven and eight, Fuel Injection: Pink Slip…”

            “Do you have any fighting games?”

            “Uhh… I’ve got this superhero one.”

            “You don’t have Changed Animal or Lyving Fite?”

            “No, sorry.”

            “Let’s play it at the arcade then.”

            “Can’t go anywhere, it’s Thanksgiving. Besides, it’s closed.”

            “F**k! Rob yells, as he yanks the controller out of the port by the device and then throws the controller across the room, where it cracks, and a hunk of the casing breaks and falls off.

            “Dude! Come on, man. What’s your problem?”

            “Nothing.”

            “No, not nothing, you’re acting like a jerkoff!”

            “Whatever.”

            “Is this because of your parents?”

            “No, leave me alone.” He leaves the room.

            “What was that all about? Leon asks.

            “I don’t know, I hope he’s ok.” He hears the door downstairs close. He goes downstairs and notices Rob’s coat and shoes missing. Sydd puts his on and steps outside and sees Rob at the side of the house smoking a cigarette. “Since when did you start smoking?”

            “Since my last birthday. It was the only thing anyone gave me for my birthday by my dad.”

            “Seriously?”

            “Yeah, I’m surprised he even ponied up the forty bucks for a carton. Said he forgot my birthday, and picked something up at the last minute. I told him I’m not eighteen and he said it didn’t matter. He can’t afford anything anymore so be happy with what I get. He told me that it’ll last me awhile, so he’s getting his money’s worth as opposed to some flashy thing I’m just gonna break anyway. It could be worse, I guess I should be happy I got anything, really. You want one?”

            “No thanks, my parents smoke, and I don’t really like smelling it, and it looks like it tastes awful.”

            “It really does, but I don’t care, I like it, it calms me down.”

            “Aw, dude…”

            “Don’t. Let me go.”

            “Whatever, just finish. It’s freakin’ cold out here.”

            “Do me a favor?” He takes his last drag and puts it out.

            “Yeah?”

            “Don’t tell Kelly and Marissa, I don’t need a f*****g lecture from those b*****s.”

            “Uhhh ok.” As they turn the corner, Moxxie opens the door.

            “What the hell are you guys doing out here? It’s cold, get in here.” They go back into the house. “Dinner is served.” They sit down and start eating. Rob spits out his mashed potatoes.

            “Yuck, this s**t tastes horrible.”

            “Dude, stop.” Sydd says.

            “Is there a problem, Robert?” Moxxie asks.

            “Yeah, your cooking is terrible. And stop calling me Robert. It’s Rob.”

            “Well, I never!” Sydd’s grandmother, Moxxie’s mother, exclaims.

            “If you don’t like it, you can just go home. Moxxie says.

            “Fine, f**k you!” He stands up and heads towards the door. “Thanks for nothing!” He leaves, slamming the door behind him.

            “Your friend was rude, Sydd. I don’t want that kid around my house again, and I don’t want you to hang out with him anymore.” His father, Sydd Sr., who looks like an older version of Sydd tells him.

            “What? You can’t be serious, dad.”

            “He mocked your mother’s cooking, swore, and slammed the door! He’s disrespectful and I won’t have him around my family!”

            “But dad, he’s my best friend! I can’t abandon him, especially now!”

            “And why’s that?”

            “Cause his life at home stinks!”

            “That doesn’t mean he can take it out on us, especially on a f*****g holiday!”

            “Honey, lower your voice, please, there’s no need to yell.” Moxxie says.

            “NO! I’m sick of this s**t, you’re not to bring that piece of s**t back here Sydd!”

            “Fine, I’ll just go over there!” Sydd says.

            “NO! Stay the hell away from there!”

            “I’m the closest person he has right now, I can’t abandon him!”

            “Did you take your medication, hun?” Moxxie says to her husband.

            “NO! This is all his fault!” Sydd’s father is screaming, pointing at Sydd.

            “Stop blaming me for everything, dad!” Sydd yells.

            “Cause it’s all your fault, you hang around trash like that and bring it into my house!” He stands up, and so does Sydd. His father, enraged, starts coming after him and Sydd moves to avoid him. He starts to run but is immediately caught. “That kid acts like a criminal! He’s going to be a criminal! I don’t associate with criminals, and I’m not going to raise any criminals!” He says, as he’s on top of Sydd and smacking his face and banging his head on the floor. Leon, Aaron, and Moxxie manage to get Sydd sr. off, and Moxxie gives him a hug, which calms him down. Sydd gets up and goes upstairs to the bathroom to wash his face. Sydd sr. grabs his pack of cigarettes and opens the door to step out for a smoke where he sees Rob sitting on the front stoop. “You! Get the helloff my property, NOW!” Rob stands up, looks up at him and says,

            “Make me.” Sydd sr. grabs him by the throat and picks him up and brings him close.

            “I could squeeze your skinny little neck right now and-“ he makes a raspberry sound. “-done.”

            “Do it.” Rob says, with a smirk. He puts him down.

            “Get the hell out of here and stay the hell away from my son.”

            “Whatever.” He says as he walks away. Rob goes to his house, and he walks in to his parents fighting. He walks upstairs and goes to his room where he flops onto his bed. He hears stomping up the stairs. His father, a tall, fat, balding guy opens the door.

            “And where the  hell were you?” He says.

            “Sydd’s.”

            “Why do you even hang out with that p***y? No straight guy would willingly be friends with girls like that and not want any, he’s probably gay.”

            “What in the hell are you talking about dad? I went there for Thanksgiving dinner.”

            “What’s today?”

            “What the hell are you on, dad?”

            “Uh… a little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

            “What’s mom doing?”

            “She uh, finally screamed herself out, she’s passed out on the bed. She went through a bottle of whiskey and a half bottle of rum today, she’s getting bad.”

            “You ok?”

            “Coming down.”

            “Off what?”

            “Just uh, some medication I took earlier.”

            “Whatever.”

            “Did you get your fill at least?”

            “No, I got kicked out early because you put me in a bad mood and I took it out on them.”

            “C’mon, I’ll take you to McJizzle’s, I’m hungry.”

            “Whatever.”  They leave the house, and get in the car. “Why does everything suck?”

            “Because that’s life.” He takes out a cigarette. “Got a light?” Rob lights one up too and hands him the lighter. “Thanks.”

            “Why don’t you like me anymore?”

            “Don’t take it personally, I don’t like anything anymore.” They go through the drive thru and head back towards the house. “Open the glove box and hand me the bottle.” Rob opens the glove box and takes out a small bottle of rum and hands it to his father, who takes a large gulp and passes it to Rob. “Go ahead.” Rob takes a swig as well. “Put it back.” Rob puts it back and soon they arrive back at the house. When they go in, Rob’s mother is nowhere to be found. “Probably sleeping it off upstairs. Eat.” He hands him his food and they eat.

            “So what now?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Wonderful. Happy f*****g Thanksgiving “

            “It’s Thanksgiving?”

            “Yes! What the hell, dad? Are you all coked up again?”

            “No, thanks for reminding me.” He goes to his room, comes out and goes into the bathroom and turns on the light. “You want a bump?”

            “What? Uh, sure.” His dad sets up the line, does most of it and moves, gesturing Rob towards it. Rob snorts the little bit. “Woah!”

            “Feelin’ good, kid?”

            “F**k yeah!”

            “Good, go outside and burn that energy. I’m going to wake your mother up.”

            “Whatever.” Rob leaves the house and starts picking up rocks and throwing them at cars. He continues down the street until he finds a cinder block. He picks it up and throws it repeatedly onto the windshield of a random car. He finally makes it through and leaves. He goes into a nearby store and starts knocking everything off the shelves. The owners yell at him until he leaves. He finds himself standing outside of the police station. He pulls down his pants and takes a dump right in front of the door. He was spotted and brought in.

            “Why were you defecating outside? Have you never been potty trained?” the cop asks.

            “Just hate pigs like you.”

            “I see, and why is that?”

            “You harass and bother people and then charge them with bullshit. Uptight squares, nobody can have any real fun.”

            “No, we uphold the law and keep kids like you safe. I’m sure that if you look at all the good that we do, you’ll see we’re not so bad.”

            “F**k you.”

            “Look, I don’t know why you’re acting out like this. But life doesn’t have to be horrible. Just stay in school, stay off drugs, and stay on the right path.”

            “Bite me.” The cop sighs.

            “Maybe a night in lockup is what you need.” He arrests and processes Rob for disorderly conduct and keeps him in the cell overnight.