"I robbed a bank in California." Quincy stared at me. "I'm sorry. Say that again?" I groaned. "I robbed a bank." He stared at me for a while longer before he blinked rapidly. "Holy shit! You're not joking, are you?" "Nope. Why do you think I came here with no cellphone, no money, and no choice but to go to my brothers?" "Wait, what happened to the money?" "You can't just use it right away," I said. "They trace that shit!" "Ah." He continued to stare. "So you're crazier and smarter than I thought." I balled up a takeout menu and threw it at him. "Shut. Up."
