“Just shut up and eat your bread.” “Tastes terrible,” he says around a mouthful. “Says the man that ate a bunch of roots a stranger gave him.” “Yeah, that was pretty keffing dumb of me. But my dick got hard and I smelled the noli and I panicked. That shit is a nightmare if you don’t have a mate.” He sounds so disgruntled that I almost laugh. “Remind me to yell at my brother tomorrow.”
