"I said you didn't want me on the fuckin' phones, man," Kavinsky said stubbornly. He was fairly certain he had just fucked the interview portion of this whole meeting, and was half to fishing his phone back out of his pocket.

"Look. I can do clean up shit, I can...bring down my coffee level to something that approaches normal people standards. I can run errands, I've got a car." He kicked his heel against the ground, looking almost pained. "I just need a job."