the problem became one of objects: what to do with that box of Guitar
Player magazines, Nylon® guitar picks, assorted frumpy clothes, and
little else of value – all residing in the Belvedere's surprisingly
spacious trunk. Sure, it wasn't much, but was all Davey had. And at
this point, having left Renee's joint, he would tenaciously cling to
these earthly accoutrements as if they actually DID have value.
So aside from that wondering and worrying, Davey had bigger fish to fry; he was eating at McDonald's a lot and therefore being routinely malnourished. In fact, he felt an internal ROT.