“Good morning, boys,” I say as I walk into the locker room, feeling like that meme of Leonardo DiCaprio walking along the street, a gleeful pep in his step and a smirk on his face. All my guys look up from where they sit and watch me sit on the bench of the locker room where I start removing my shoes. They’re silent for a moment and then Silas speaks up. “Someone sucked his dick.” “I agree,” Eli says. “I haven’t seen him this happy since the chef put an extra piece of bologna on his sandwich.”
