“Yeah, I’m hoping to get my granddad’s initials on my thigh, or back,” he said. “Your idea is badass, though.”
“Have I been talking?” I asked.
“You serious?” he replied. He started to say something else but I cut him off.
“You know what,” I said, eyes closed again, “it doesn’t matter. I like your idea too. I meant to tell you before when you were kicking my ass, I think you’re a good guy. Amazing body. You’re ripped, man.”
“Yes,” he said emphatically. “Like I’ve been saying, life is fuckin crazy. You need another beer? Grace! Two more beers for the fighters in the hot tub!”
My eyes jolted open and he patted me on the back.
Nick Denardi 