“What is this about?” “You’re under arrest.” “For what?” “For not joining the Comebacks. You’re a bad boy, Griffin.” Before I can question why an officer of the law called me, a forty-four-year-old man, a bad boy, he throws on a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses and takes out his phone. “And you need to be punished.” His surly stare instantly switches to a sneaky smile as he presses something on his phone. The opening chords of the *NSYNC song “I Want You Back” fill the office.
