Hey Sherry—you ready for lunch?
Hold on—one second. I need to change my bandages.
Not again. Really?
Three times.
Three times?
That’s just today.
Damn—we really need to move.
I wish. You know how depressing it is to make it past all the drug corners and then get shot? I mean—that’s not fair.
I hear you. Last week I got shot four days straight.
This neighborhood…
I know, right?
Anyway, where to for lunch?
Oh—there’s a new place I want to try.
Cool—what do they have?
Shit sandwiches!
Shit sandwiches?
Yeah. Come on—let’s try it. You got shot three times already today. What have you got to lose?