“No, boy, no, no, no. Christ. Pull yourself together. Is that what you wanted to know? That doesn’t make you anything. That’s your private life, and it’s no one else’s damn business.” Bobo nods. “Can I ask something else, then?” “Okay.” “How do you know if you’ve got a nice-looking cock?” His dad shuts his eyes and rubs his temples. “I need whisky if I’m going to talk about this.”
Again this feels very swedish
