"Hah, yeah..." He pushed his two pointer fingers together. He wasn't sure where he'd be right now if none of it had happened. Still working at Fred's? Dead in some ditch buried under the wreckage of his beloved truck? Drinking out of a paper sack in some alley?

He hadn't been headed in a very good direction that night that Englishman and his undead friend showed up on his porch.

Maurice shook himself. He was wiser now and he hoped he was a decent person. He'd done alright for himself.

"Monster Club for life, man."