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Jul. 20th, 2014 01:08 amJesse's been restless.
Since the whole thing with Mr. White, since he's been avoiding his apartment and that box on his coffee table, he hasn't had a whole lot to do. It's not like cooking was his whole day or anything, or dealing when he was doing it for the Lobos, but everything feels kind of empty now. There's not a hell of a lot for him to actually do.
It's probably why he's in a random coffee shop today, hands wrapped around a cup of black coffee, even though he doesn't know if he's actually going to drink it or not. He's kind of... stopped drinking alcohol for now, so coffee's all he's got, even if it makes him jittery as hell now that he's completely off the meth and the coke.
Maybe he should look for a job or something. It's not like he needs the money— even with the money he was funneling into the Lobos all those months, he's still got over three million— but maybe it'll give him something to do.
There's a paper on one of the tables there, closer to some other guy than to him.
"Hey, are you reading that?" he asks.
Since the whole thing with Mr. White, since he's been avoiding his apartment and that box on his coffee table, he hasn't had a whole lot to do. It's not like cooking was his whole day or anything, or dealing when he was doing it for the Lobos, but everything feels kind of empty now. There's not a hell of a lot for him to actually do.
It's probably why he's in a random coffee shop today, hands wrapped around a cup of black coffee, even though he doesn't know if he's actually going to drink it or not. He's kind of... stopped drinking alcohol for now, so coffee's all he's got, even if it makes him jittery as hell now that he's completely off the meth and the coke.
Maybe he should look for a job or something. It's not like he needs the money— even with the money he was funneling into the Lobos all those months, he's still got over three million— but maybe it'll give him something to do.
There's a paper on one of the tables there, closer to some other guy than to him.
"Hey, are you reading that?" he asks.
