He Who Has Nil

From THE CHEESE STANDS ALONE: GT, the Latter Years by Simmons H. Farbgelt Chapter 63, p. 438

“…..wearing a sordid Better Call Saul cap, the disgruntled little Israelite admonished his friend Mo for mentioning that it was a nice day. Mo, stained by life, took it in stride. It actually calmed him, knowing the endless river of BB was the one thing he could count on. He knew it didn’t matter what he said, the Hebraical TV player would find a crack in whatever comment into which he could cram a caustic little criticism. Sometimes the yam-faced pinhead Mo challenged the GT on his BB but that only set the stage for more BB. Indeed, BB was the air in which they breathed. It might be observed neither of these pointless fools had DNA. They had BB. The food arrived. The Jew had ordered sparkly water, 6 almonds, and kale; the bald washout got his plate of sausage and bacon on buttered toast with a side of heavy cream. “God I passed this woman today, just so so sexy,” groaned GT. “Yeah!’ replied the unthriving bit actor, then added “Women!” Mo pulled out his phone to check a text which just came in. GT immediately erupted into a froth of suspicion, demanding to know who could possibly have texted this Lilliputian loser. “What the fuck! Who sent you that?” “My manager.” The GT’s mood morphed from irritated to despair in seconds. “I have nothing. Nothing….”