Chapter 100 Nobody Ever Dies:>9

• When we were in the cab, I told my new buddy my sad story. Bobby was like me. So, I was absolutely sure that the last thing he wanted to hear about was any aspect of my personal life. But I just had to explain myself.
• He mumbled something like, "I understand." But I knew he didn't. You'd need to walk a mile in my shoes to get any sense of the utterly ruined terrain my current psychological landscape represented. In fact, I was very close to deciding that there wasn't any point in living any longer.
• Then, the next day the roller-coaster took me on another swoop. The long-and-short of our afternoon was that whoever Becks' dad represented wanted my little invention and was willing to pay for it. The amount they were willing to pay made no sense. So, I had a final meeting with my former father-in-law before I hopped on the Acela at Penn Station.