Daddies Taste Better
“But, I mean, if you’re that desperate, bro, I don’t mind jerking you off. Charity work. For old times’ sake.”
I stared at him.
Deadpan.
For a full three seconds.
Then I said, voice flat as asphalt, “Even as a joke, that wasn’t funny.”
He threw his head back and howled while Ellis choked on his beer, coughing and laughing at the same time, tears actually forming at the corners of his eyes.
It wasn’t fun being the fucked-up sideshow.
I took one last drag then crushed the joint out in the ashtray so hard the glass cracked.