“You know I was about to say that’s hard to believe, but just by the way you dress, I’d guess you’re a waxer. Do you wax your chest?” He nods. “Yeah. Chest, balls, and ass.” Well, isn’t that . . . information. “I see.” I clear my throat. “You, uh, you still do that?” He nods again. “Yes, I think it makes me skate faster. I got Taters to go with me once. He shrieked like a feral cat in heat and walked around after like someone stuck a hot iron on his nads, but he got used to it and now goes regularly.”
