Hey assface, how’s it hanging?
Yeah, that’s what I thought you would say, but your mom didn’t seem to mind when I donkey kicked her baby basket last night.
I don’t know, don’t care. Probably because he was away on business.
And so began my final, at least I hoped, conversation with Terry from across the street. If there was a god, and I had doubted there was because why else would someone like Terry even be alive, then he’d make sure Terry didn’t make it to his 29th birthday. Dick.