Easton
"You think we could start putting laxatives in Fuckphries tumbler each week to get out of practice early?" Becker asks on the way home. We got out of practice after only thirty minutes because he had the shits and after his third run for the border, he returned all shaky and sweaty telling us to leave. It had been extremely difficult to not laugh at his misery which makes me as awful as him. But f**k it, it couldn't happen to a more shitty individual. I may have to share that witty pun with them later.
"Did you..." I turn and look at him suspiciously in the back seat. Jackson is driving his tank SUV today. He eyes Becker in the rear view mirror.
"No, but I was quite inspired by his face tonight. Just a thought for the future." He shrugs and we all consider it seriously for a minu
