Random paragraph #22

After spending the better part of an hour neck-deep in the refuse and filth that consumed the dumpster behind Wally’s Steak-o-rama, Bobby was spent... At this point, even if he DID find his retainer, he sure as hell wasn’t putting it back in his mouth. That being said, he really had no choice but to keep looking. After all, his mom was standing just a few feet away, watching his every move... tapping her foot and glaring at him with a look that seemed to indicate she would like nothing better than to see him spontaneously combust right then and there. Pushing a rotten banana peel off his shoulder and removing the broken syringe from his lower back, Bobby dove headfirst back into the sludge. "jeez," he thought, "she hasn’t looked this angry since that time I played hooky to go visit Anton at that Russian bathhouse."