[His eyes are still masked by the mirror shades, but the tip of one eyebrow can just barely be seen giving Kevin an impressive rise over the edge before his attention turns back to the road.]

Okay, ignoring the whole body in the river thing for a minute here, because I'm generous - Suburbia is fucked, man.

[Buckle in for a rant, Kevin.]

At least in the city, sure, cousin Martin got arrested for possession but everyone knows he did. You send him a Christmas card and put money in his commissary account while you wait for him to get released and probably get picked up again. There's no hiding it - you can't, not crammed so close together, so people mostly stop trying.

Now, suburbia, everyone fucking touts the little boxes on the hillside as the perfect Peyton Place but you get just as many drug addicts, criminals, you name it, they're just all behind the scenes and you never know who it's gonna be until Mama comes to get you from school because Daddy just got busted for having fifteen bodies in the basement of kids that went missing who look just like you and you don't want to know what he did to them.

[That's when he thankfully pulls into the diner parking lot, throwing the car into park and pulling up the emergency break. He tosses his shades onto the dashboard and gives Kevin a very serious look.]

I don't fucking trust suburbia, man. I like my sharks to keep their teeth in a more obvious place.