Crazy Harry finally came over to see Funky hours days weeks God only knows how long after the accident and one of the first comments out of his mouth is that somehow the withered, ogre-like scowling lard-ass sitting on the couch and wasting oxygen is looking “good”, which is funny because I think the last time Crazy Harry saw him he was at least walking around and not in traction. “Good” in Westview is apparently a very relative thing.
Sadly, Funky, your near-death experience didn’t provide much of anything to anyone; no closure, no epiphany, and definitely no amusement. I’ve have no idea why Holly and Crazy Harry are laughing; they must be psychopaths with no sense of empathy.
Son of Stuck Funky 