"Too many superheroes," I say with a shake of my head. Which is the truth, no way someone like me could live any kind of life with that many superheroes running around.

"Every other day some assholes in costumes were fighting it out in the street or fucking aliens were using it as ground zero for an invasion."

I shrug again, likes it's nothing more than an inconvenience. California has mudslides and New York has superheroes.

"What sort of work do you do?"