[His gut says, home, but his mind can't name it. It isn't a vast and empty ocean, striking endlessly against support beams. It isn't a cold green planet, descending into darkness and suffocation. It isn't anywhere that no one would catch him if he drowned. And what right does he have to the people? Man, how sad is it that he couldn't even be tricked by a Lotus-Eater Machine because there's nowhere in any world or even an illusion of one his fucked up mind has managed to make into something like a home?]
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An unbelievable shitty skateboard.
[Monotone. Looking Gaelio dead-on. Apparently genuine.]
As shitty as you can imagine it.