I’m here through the Mobile Meals program?

With your groceries? And I’m supposed to

help you with some yard work or something?

Well, Missus Castellanos, I’m sure I don’t

want to be here, but that ballbuster of a 

cop, excuse my French, decided that sixty-five

in a residential zone was worth more than 

my family name, and then my dad agreed with 

the judge that community service would help me

‘build character,’ so here I am. Whether either 

of us likes it or not.

Yeah, well, smartphone says four fifteen.

Maybe your wall clock is running out of

batteries?