"'M bored," Bobby says, cuffing at his own leg, and pouting like a five year old. "There were all these people and they were talking and not listening and it was very dull but fun at the same time, and this broad was so annoying I had to take her home to shut her up and now I'm awake and thinking a lot of thoughts and I figured I might as well think them out loud to someone. who was in tonight? Anyone good? Anyone with anyone they shouldn't be? And word on that missing guy?" All the questions come out rapid fire, mumbled around his cigarette.