I knew a guy, just a neighbor down the street. He kept to himself for the most part, no sittin on the porch in nice weather or anythin like that. 's because he was busy with eh... unscrupulous work. The kind you use your basement for.
I'm used to bein delicate, sorry. He killed people for money.
A lot of 'em.
But.
He always mowed his fuckin lawn. He picked up the sticks down the street after a storm came through. Whatever landscapin he had looked WONDERFUL! So everybody fuckin loved him. Even when what he did came out in the news, all anyone had to say was, "Oh, but he kept a good yard."
Like that was more important than NOT cuttin guys up in his cellar.
Funny stuff. [Charlie finds it amusing, at least, where people's morality starts and stops.]
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I knew a guy, just a neighbor down the street. He kept to himself for the most part, no sittin on the porch in nice weather or anythin like that. 's because he was busy with eh... unscrupulous work. The kind you use your basement for.
I'm used to bein delicate, sorry. He killed people for money.
A lot of 'em.
But.
He always mowed his fuckin lawn. He picked up the sticks down the street after a storm came through. Whatever landscapin he had looked WONDERFUL! So everybody fuckin loved him. Even when what he did came out in the news, all anyone had to say was, "Oh, but he kept a good yard."
Like that was more important than NOT cuttin guys up in his cellar.
Funny stuff. [Charlie finds it amusing, at least, where people's morality starts and stops.]