Maverick had to put the cigar out because I was choking so bad. “Damn, Wonder, I said try it… not choke the shit down,” he said in between pats on my back while I felt like I was about to lose my lung. It was sad to be able to go to Paris and then lose your lung all at the same time. “I’m…I’m alright.” I accepted the champagne and choked it down to help with the burning sensation in my chest. “I was trying to be sexy.” “Yeah, and almost fucking died.” He started laughing
