Harvey's apartment did indeed have bunk beds. And bean bag chairs, and a gumball machine. Believe me I wasn't surprised.
I protested a little to becoming his room mate, and he assured me that he does his job in his office and will close the door.
I was still a little uneasy about it, but then I realized I had no choice. Without his help I would be poor and homeless.
Being the nice guy that he is he took the first night I stayed over off. So instead of pleasuring women through a fibre optic line we had
banana splits and watched Sanford and Son. He showed me his bottle cap collection, and even let me chose which bunk I would get to sleep on.
(I chose the bottom) I think it was three am before we finally settled down to sleep. "Harvey, how did you die?"
He took so long to answer I thought for sure I made him mad. Maybe it was something you didn't ask one another, like asking a woman's age.
"I was stabbed. Someone was trying to rob me." I felt my stomach bottom out and I fought to find something to say. Harvey was killed.
It wasn't something like an accident or natural causes. Someone murdered Harvey. I still had no idea what to say.
