fast-forwarding through all the faces, so red, so white. No dice, no fucking Colton, so I google The Fucking Good Life but it’s a popular name for a boat—there is no way to fix this country, we are way beyond the fiberglass pale—and it’s back to fucking Twitter, where it’s another bust—Colton never mentioned Sly again—but it’s not a total bust. He has a sister, and his sister is younger, not so private. Her name is the golden ticket.
