As soon as he arrived at the bar, he had a beer in hand. The golden lager vanished in three gulps. A long, loud belch escaped from his barrel chest. Some people at the bar peered over. His coworkers laughed. The bartender got him his second beer un prompted.

That beer...

He thought about the tip jar. Guesstimated how much was in there. Tried distracting himself until his mind brought back what he was really thinking about. Back at the mansion. With Mr. Green.

He looked for him. He never stayed at the cafe long. But Stan had never seen Mr. Green...

Fuck, Stan thought. Had what just happened, really happened?

"Relax, Stanley boy."

Fuck was he reading his mind?

"I know that must've been... alarming. But I promise you you'll get used to it."

Stanley was too afraid to look over at Mr. Green. He tried to steal a peak when Mr. Green seemed to...

Two men found dead in an upscale neighborhood outside the city limits. The bodies were murdered professionally. Clean gunshot wounds front to back straight to the heads. The killer did not attempt to cover their tracks. Bullet casings were left on site.

Police tried to trace the bullet casing serial back...

"Where this guy at?"

"Over there."

"What that neighborhood?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck does a guy like that want to buy drugs from people like us?"

"I don't know."

"What's his name again?"

"Mr. Green."

"What kind of name is that?"

"I don't know. The guy likes money. Can you just be quiet for a moment."

A moment passes.

"So Mr. Green eh?...

On the edge of town was a small shop that baked bread every morning Monday to Friday.

It was the best bread Marc Love had ever had in the United States. He had had better bread elsewhere in the world. But in the states this random shop was it.

While living in...

This is how we would start his day.

First a coffee. Then a cold shower. After that 30 minutes of meditation. And then he would have enough energy to make himself a quick breakfast. With a full belly he would then have the motivation to go into the bathroom, lather the...

The Kid -- Charlie Samuels -- was poor. Or more accurately his parents were. This meant Charlie had to eat a poor child's breakfast: cereal and orange juice . He ate this every morning without variation. By the time he was awake his parents would already be at the motel...

The Blue Man. Or his hold self on the screen. The kid said "that's my hero. I know he's disappeared since, but I still watch his old videos."

Love freaked out for a bit. Calmed down once he logically realized that the kid had just proven that he in fact didn't...

One time it was a Saturday morning. Marc Love had woken up a little later than usual. And since he wasn't going to work he didn't need to shave. The kids were still asleep. And he wasn't feeling so tired and thus wasn't craving  coffee first thing in the morning...