Meanwhile, Denny was having some issues. Chris R., the local drug found Denny sipping a hot chocolate outside a sidewalk bistro.
"Where's my money Denny?" Chris R. barked.
"Hey Chris R.! You look awfully enraged today. Would you like a drink?" Denny responded.
"No! I'd like my money Denny!"
"I'm sorry! I needed it for my tuition!"
"That's bullshit Denny! Everybody knows that Johnny pays for your tuition because he's the nicest guy in San Francisco!"
Denny was stunned. Chris R. placed his hand on a large bulge on his pocket. It was his gun that he had stuck in Denny's face just a few days earlier. Denny knew it was time for drastic measures. He spoke without thinking. "How about you spend some time with Lisa since I can't pay you right away?" As soon as he spoke, he felt regret build up in his gut.
"Heh. Well she does look great in a red dress. Eight O'Clock tonight, or your time is up Denny."
Denny sat stunned. His hot chocolate, like his passion for life, had become lukewarm.