“Let’s make tacos tonight for dinner,” I say. “Tacos? Fuck the tacos,” he says. “We’re going to go into the steam room.” “The steam room?” “Yeah, the fucking steam room. Setting that bitch at one hundred twenty-five degrees and we’re in there for thirty minutes. No dumping water on our heads, no talking (obviously), and only twelve ounces of drinking water allowed in. I’m going to test your WILL.”
