Nino: Exactly. Just thinking about settling down has bumps popping up on my arm. Can you get hives from the thought of shit? *thinking emoji* Scratching my arm as prickles begin forming, I ponder his question for its validity before I respond. Me: I don’t know, but let’s take some Benadryl just in case. I’ll holla at you later. Setting the phone down, I stand and make my way to the medicine cabinet in search of Benadryl. The itching of my right arm is increasing by the minute. Fucking around with my parents, I’m unsure if I’ll ever settle down with one woman.
