The Bad Weather Friend

by Dean Koontz

Benny’s silence was a consequence of too much weird life experience, which had so precisely calibrated his weirdometer that the needle was pegged out at the EXTREMELY CREEPY end of the dial from the moment he’d shaken his roommate’s hand.

“If I owned a gun,” Benny said, “I’d go with you.” “If you owned a gun,” Bob replied, “I’d take it away from you.”