Walking to the front of the station, I spotted Kyle sitting out front, smoking. “Shit’s gonna kill you, man,” I said, walking past him. He grunted. “That’s the plan.” I stopped, turned around, and smacked him upside the head. “Cut that out. You’re one of three people on Earth I like. You can’t die. Not to mention, if you croak, who the hell will drag my drunk ass home from the bar?”
