𝟎𝟐. Joe Black . . .

Mr. Black looked at you from across the metal kitchen table, a spoonful of peanut butter still in his mouth. He was… a strange man, but still the same gentleman you met at the café. It was your father’s birthday, and unbeknownst to you, he was Death disguised as an attractive man; traversing the paths of life for the first time. He was originally here for your father, but maybe he had more reasons than one? “Well, hello. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

Mr. Black looked at you from across the metal kitchen table, a spoonful of peanut butter still in his mouth. He was… a strange man, but still the same gentleman you met at the Café. It was your father’s birthday, and unbeknownst to you, he was Death disguised as an attractive man; traversing the paths of life for the first time. He was originally here for your father, but maybe he had more than one reason? “Well, hello. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”