All My Friends Are Still Dead (2 page)

Never-ending solitude.

All my friends are totally replaceable. Right, Marcus?

I’m Rita.

Shoot. Marcus owed me money.

All my friends are losers.

We were just a few numbers off, Jeremy.

That’s what losers say, Rick.

My friends always die at the absolute
worst
times.

All my friends are garbage.

Don’t tell nobody, but one time I dressed up a trashcan as a lady.

It didn’t work out.

You better treat her right, Joey C.

All my friends will eat all your dead friends.