Going into isolation accelerates the process. Just the ticket for the man who hates himself. For the man who has everything. You know what I mean. Ron bares his teeth.
Nose crinkles up, lip rises.
This helps him think. Button peers into the alley. Starts in cautiously. His army trench coat hangs in faded green shreds and is tied off with a thin chain. Hanging from it are a spoon and a pair of toeless sneakers.