Walt's second day continued.

Walt opened the door to the coffee shop, and braced himself expecting to be assaulted by that disgusting rap music they played these days and a bunch of stupid goddamn hippies waving pamphlets bitching about their stupid problems. He walked up to the counter and immediately took a step back, The young man, if you could call him that, had a green mohawk, enough metal in his face to look like a fucking robot and eye-shadow around his stupid fucking eyes. "Jesus H Christ" Walt muttered and looked back up at the worthless waste of air who was about to serve him probably the worst coffee of his life. Walt grabbed the cup from the kid's hand and walked over to a window seat and grabbed a paper as well. Walt looked at his cup of coffee with disgust, he raised it to his lips hesitantly and took the smallest sip. He smiled to himself, it was one of the better cups of coffee he had ever had. Walt worked his way though three more cups and finished the entire paper when he realized there was a man staring at him from across the bar. Walt slowly got up and got a good look at the guy as he put the paper back on the rack. It was that god damn investigator, again! "Jesus H. Christ" Walt muttered, " That son of a bitch wont fucking quit will he." Walt walked over to the table and before the other man could say a word sat down across from him and said " Now look, I know he's paying you to do this, but how many god damn times do I have to tell you." The man started to protest, but Walt kept going " Now, you tell my son, I don't want to see him, I don't want to hear from him, The next time I see you, I'm telling you this right now, I will put a bullet in your brain. Are we clear?"
The man looked at him, nodded and walked out. Walt smiled to himself and walked back over to his house, so he could feed Daisy. When he got back to the house, he fed Daisy and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He sat down and took a long sip, and thought. Walt thought about how his son and that worthless bitch of a daughter never did a damn thing for him or his wife. They never once came to visit, spend time with them or even stop by to say hi. They were worthless pieces of shit. When their mother had cancer, they had visited a total of two times. "TWO TIMES" Walt shouted. Daisy looked raised her head with a soft whine, Walt patted her head and she went back to sleep. he went over to the fridge and made himself a sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table.