Chapter 9
Harris played childish games on his iPad. He didn’t bother getting out of bed all morning. Stand-up comedy played on his laptop, but he barely paid it any attention, instead focusing on the smiling fruit he had to line up in order to advance to higher levels.
I should make an app. Coding’s not that hard.
He thought about what sort of game he could make as he lost his level and the smiles on the animated fruit fell away. Maybe a game where the player runs away from tweekers in a liquor store? Avoiding awkward conversations with your snarky friend at a gay club?
Sitting around made his skin itch, but he couldn’t justify doing anything out of the apartment where he’d bump into strangers and see their eternal happiness. Soul mates in the grave, soul mates with someone else, soul
