Inside Kevin’s chest where his heart should be is snuggled a half pound of bologna, sliced thin and wrapped in white paper. No one knows about it, and he doesn’t really think about it too much, actually, except those lean times when business is slow and his take-home pay can barely cover his rent. Then, yeah, sure, he thinks about it, when there’s nothing in the refrigerator to eat. Then he thinks about slicing open his chest, pulling out the package, and making bologna “roll-ups”. But when all is said and done, he doesn’t have the heart to do it!