Chapter 5
Whaawn, whon whon whawn whaaawn.
The more Danny listened to in-depth pharmaceutical interviews, the more they sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher.
He paused the recording and leaned back in his stiff wooden chair. The minute he got a few bucks in his pocket, he’d buy himself and swivelling one from the office place. A few evenings ago, he’d accompanied his roommates on one of their night walks (which turned out to be not scary in the least—why did he think the city turned into a writhing cesspool as soon as the sun went down?) and he’d spotted a perfectly workable chair by the side of the road. One of the office buildings must have been getting rid of it. But Sean and Miku, responsible tenants, refused to let him roll it home.
“You don’t know where that thing’s been,” Sean
