“I don’t think I’m so nice.” “Are you in a gang?” “No.” “Do you do drugs?” “No.” “Do you drink?” “I’d like to.” “Me too. But that wasn’t the question.” “No, I don’t drink.” “Do you have sex?” “Sex?” “Sex, Ari.” “No, never had sex, Dante. But I’d like to.” “Me too. See what I mean? We’re nice.” “Nice,” I said. “Shit.” “Shit,” he said. And then we busted out laughing.
