eddie woke up.
after a few seconds, he remembered where he was.
on planet earth, not the planet he had been dreaming in.
and who he was, and what he was.
he was just a guy.
he was not a serial killer.
or a homicide detective.
or a private detective.
or a trained deadly assassin.
or a movie star.
or a best selling novelist, or any kind of novelist.
or a vampire.
or a vampire hunter.
or a werewolf, or a zombie.
he was just a guy.
with nothing to do all day.
he did not have a job.
he only had to report to his supervisor every four days, and he had reported the day before.
he had picked up a sandwich the day before, and he ate it.
he decided o go for a walk.
and then to go look up frank.
frank was eddie’s best friend, even though they really did not like each other all that much.
they did not see each other as much as people thought.
people thought they were inseparable - if you see eddie, they would say, you see frank.
but it was not really true.
eddie and frank were really very different.
eddie had no opinions about anything, and took life one day at a time.
frank had an opinion on everything, or at least he said he did.
if you asked frank about anything, anything at all, he would never say, i don’t know anything about that, or i don’t care anything about that, he would always have an answer.
frank lived with his mom.
eddie’s mom had abandoned him when he was only twenty-four years old, and he was a ward of society.
on this particular morning, frank was sitting outside the building he and his mom, geraldine, lived in.
geraldine was nowhere in sight.
eddie nodded to frank, and frank nodded to eddie.
i had a crazy dream, eddie said,
i had a crazier one, frank replied. but it’s a nice day, so you can go first.
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