Looks like they’re eating at the Din. Surprising they can hear one another. What’s wrong with Schultz’s Polynesian Paradise? Oh, sorry– too much risk of getting a pitcher of iced tea spilled on them– silly of me. I am of course joking my way around the obvious disconnect here– that Aa is ready to choke his teammates but appears to be on good terms with Gil.
And of course, there’s always the community food bank, or food stamps, that should make getting food a lot easier for Aaron than having the athletic department take turns bringing him to local greasy spoons. Or are we to assume that Aaron’s mom is too proud to take charity or public assistance (but not too proud to take too many pills, amirite people?! Rimshot.)
Also, who’s paying for the raves that Aaron goes to? Those events are not cheap. You could probably get a week’s groceries at the discount supermarket for the door charge for one of those events, not to mention gas to Central City and back, etc. Of course, never let reality get in the way of a good story.
Comment by Moon Mullins — March 10, 2017 @ 7:14 pm
Aaron will be doing the dishes after Gil dines and dashes.