“What, uh . . . what are you saying back?” he asks. “What you told me to say. Hope she had a pleasurable time.” “Noooo,” Posey practically yells as my finger hits send. “Don’t say that.” “I already did. It’s sent. What the fuck, man?” “What are you what the fucking me for?” he asks. “You said that’s shit advice. Why did you use it?” “Because I’m losing my goddamn mind!”
