Casey, I got a two-bedroom for you. You are not sleeping on the floor anymore, boy. You’re gonna live with me. You know, every time I see a stray dog on the side of the road I want to yell or whisper in its ear—Say man you better run for it before some crazy bastard comes and picks you up and gives you a bath and takes away your sperm and makes you sleep in a tiny dog house till you die. I mean, really, who the hell do these people think they are, just walking in our lives trying to save us?
