know you didn’t call me because of your dinner.” “I’m calling you because this wife of mine is trying to kill me or something… this pregnancy shit ain’t for the weak. She fucking broke out crying because I didn’t want to eat the dinner she cooked… literally turned red and was hyperventilating, so I had to fucking eat the damn meatloaf… come scoop me.” I could tell he had the phone close to his mouth by the way he was whispering. “You can’t run from your wife, Menace.” “Wow, Don.” “What?” “You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”
