No problem. [ smoking is definitely not good for you in 2014, but that never stopped terry milkovich from letting his kids do it, probably around the ripe age of 12 or something. digging out a cheap, gas station lighter with a kitten graphic on the peeling plastic of it, mickey lights up his own, then holds it out to steve. ]

Fuck no, man, I'm from Chicago. The closest you get to hunting cryptids there is dealing with the methheads. Maybe the hardcore gangsters and loan sharks, but nah. If you got a gun and some status, they'll usually leave you be, unless you get in the way of business. [ and usually, mickey would have a handgun tucked into the waistband of his jeans for that purpose exactly. instead, we have an AK. which he's not complaining about. ]

Man, fuck Maine. I'm freezing my fuckin nuts off.