Jim is sometimes his own best friend. He sometimes lounges about in his filthy white bath-robe and calls Isaiah, his bookie. What a strange name for a bookie, don’t you think? Jim looks down at his white feet while he listens to Isaiah talk of over-unders, speaking in that little bookie white-noise voice of his, hypnotizing Jim into betting more than he should. So Jim makes his indelicate wagers and when he hangs up the phone, he despises himself. Jim sometimes is not his own best friend.