“It’s for the blood,” he says. He’s not sure Micolash gets it, so he mimes at wiping his own hands. It’s bad when this human trashcan is helping somebody else with self-care.

Man, Micolash looks so fucked up. He must be on drugs. How can Freddy just leave him here in front of 7-11? Is there an authority figure around? Someone who can help take this whole situation out of Freddy’s hands? Of course not.

“So, you live around here, pal?” He will make sure Micolash gets home safely. Never mind that Freddy himself is swaying slightly, and will possibly pass out on a bench tonight.