Yeah. We went when I was a kid. After mom left, just holidays.
[ Neil Hargrove didn't have money like he wanted to have money. He'd blow it on booze and cigarettes and fancy cars, presents for his spurned wife, and then he'd be righteously angry when everything else went to shit. You'd think moving from California to Indiana would have stretched a dollar further, but the front steps at the house on Cherry Street were still chipped, the house squat. But everyone had to assemble for church in their Sunday best. Billy really pushed the envelope the longer his curls grew.
Billy thinks it's all bullshit. But he still wears the St. Christopher's medallion around his neck, even if it didn't help a damn bit when a monster crawled under his skin and took it for a ride. ]
Didn't look like this though. [ Billy pushes a broken piece of plywood with his boot. ] Shithole. [ He stoops near a wall, near the stairs, the wall half-dilapidated. ]
Found some matches. [ He brushes some dust out of the way, fingers brushing over some burlap. He tugs it away and whistles. A line up of bottles, glistening liquid inside. Might be medicine, might be drugs. Billy picks one up, looks at it, and...
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[ Neil Hargrove didn't have money like he wanted to have money. He'd blow it on booze and cigarettes and fancy cars, presents for his spurned wife, and then he'd be righteously angry when everything else went to shit. You'd think moving from California to Indiana would have stretched a dollar further, but the front steps at the house on Cherry Street were still chipped, the house squat. But everyone had to assemble for church in their Sunday best. Billy really pushed the envelope the longer his curls grew.
Billy thinks it's all bullshit. But he still wears the St. Christopher's medallion around his neck, even if it didn't help a damn bit when a monster crawled under his skin and took it for a ride. ]
Didn't look like this though. [ Billy pushes a broken piece of plywood with his boot. ] Shithole. [ He stoops near a wall, near the stairs, the wall half-dilapidated. ]
Found some matches. [ He brushes some dust out of the way, fingers brushing over some burlap. He tugs it away and whistles. A line up of bottles, glistening liquid inside. Might be medicine, might be drugs. Billy picks one up, looks at it, and...
tosses it to David. ] Hey, look. Catch.