I’m in the car with Henry and as usual he’s flapping his lips into his cell phone. He always talks extra loud when he’s on a "business" call and it angers my ears. The nature of this particular call is for him to give directions to a truck driver (this is what he lives for).
"I’ll get into the warehouse at 1:00AM, get you off and then get you out," Henry said, unaware that he turned something as innocent as unloading a truck into an indecent proposal.
Right now he’s inside Dave’s Music Mine buying tickets to Friday’s Armor For Sleep show. I wonder how long it takes him to inadvertently offer to jack off the cashier.