“She’s a Cuban American lady. And what do you care? You’re so fucking old, the only thing you can get hard is your arteries.” Jack laughed. “Yeah? And I think you spent too much time in the foxhole with your gay soldiers.” I think we’ve been together too long, and I notice that when I’m around Jack, I use the F-word more than I usually do, and I mimic his wiseass attitude. I hope he’s not rubbing off on me. I’ve got enough problems.
