There was nothing good on. All the good stuff went to streaming services now. The 

TV

was akin to paper mail. Nothing but junk and ads.

But the big man hadn't left him a computer. He didn't have his phone on him. There was nothing to do but watch the tube. Sometimes he'd stare out the window, but that would get boring quick. He must've been placed on the most boring street in america.

TV mostly played day time dramas. Bored housewivs. At night there were a lot of cowboys and bad scifis. Sometimes shitty romcoms that depicted people flatly.

One of the flat depictions took place on a coast line Dave recognized. Where was that, he wondered. Had he been there?