Re: [Tandy & Holly: the good diner]
"Still into the crying comic book ladies. Got it." Holly really wasn't into any art. He'd tried to find an appreciation for Pollock, since, you know, every good hipster found endless meaning in Pollock's splotches and sprays of paint. But, man, Holly had never managed to find depth in the collection of color on canvas. His walls were papered with old sci-fi posters and vintage musicians, and this was what the guy appreciated visually. But he knew Tandy was into his art, and Holly was fine with that. To each his own, and he dipped his fries from buffalo sauce to blue cheese as if in emphasis of this stance.
He shook his head. "You need to get out more. Cheese fries have been a thing since the days of A&W at the food court." Repose had never possessed a mall and, therefore, had never possessed a food court. But the Capital possessed both, and sometimes Holly's dad had taken the bus out to the Capital to drink, you know, when his tab was overdue at the bar in town.
But, right. Back to the doodle. Holly had never been a climber of trees. That much was true. It wasn't even that he had a problem with trees. It wasn't, like, a stance, but his dad had never liked it when he strayed too far, and there weren't exactly an abundance of trees to climb downtown. No branches within screaming level, or boxing of ears level, and definitely no trees near the grocery store and the booze Holly was always fetching.
The fries were great though. Same as back home, and he dipped another as Tandy poorly summarized his conversation with Travis. "I don't know how anyone can be here in a coma, physically, and live over there physically. It doesn't actually make any sense," Holly voiced. It really didn't make any fucking sense, and Holly was constantly weighing his possible insanity with the things he felt to be true, like, inside himself.