Nicoletta walked by and handed me an ice-cold Heineken. I coughed out the smoke and said something like, “why thank you, my dear,’ making Berniebro laugh. “You know,” I continued, “I was something of a Stein man, myself.”

“Dude,” Nicoletta said, “you look fucked up.”

“Look who’s talking,” I replied. Berniebro and a few others around us started yelling “oh!” like in the World Star videos and before I even realized what I had said my face was covered in my own Heineken.

“Got somethin else to fuckin say?” Nicoletta yelled in my face. The “oh!”s were even louder now.

“Okay, okay, everyone calm down. I got what I deserved.” I waved my hands like a political candidate quieting a crowd after a sick burn on live TV.