Charlie's former living quarters had been far to small to house, let alone properly display all his musical effects. He'd never thrown anything away, never pawned them--even when money was tight and it might have been the smart thing to do. Over the years, he'd accumulated quite a lot. He thought of them as his children.
Meanwhile, the Roland's gun went off again. Charlie involuntarily flinched in surprise. "What did you do to anger them so?" he asked, wiping a bit of whitish goo from beneath his eye.