The first thing Brendan said to me when he called from the airport,
You won’t believe it.
Tell me.
I fucked up my back.
Serious. What'd you do?
What do you think?
I don’t know, lifting weights or something.
No, think man!!
How do you pull a muscle in bed? How do you pull a muscle so bad you can't carry your own bags? Just how athletically do you need to go about it? And who could accommodate such athleticism?
What’s her name?
What’s it matter.
I don’t know, what’s her name?
Katrina.
She German?
No man, like the hurricane, dude.
And then he explained.
And I understood... in theory.
I hate him, but boy I’m happy he’s back!
