“Uh, maybe it’s a sign that you need to lighten up and live a little?” The attitude coming through this phone is palpable. “You’re kind of a pretentious workaholic. So, get drunk and get laid. I’m betting it’ll make you a lot nicer.” “What the actual fuck, Lil? My baby sister does not need to think about my sex life.” I bark out. It’s one thing for the guys in the locker room to tell me I’m being a dick and to go get laid, it’s an entirely different one for my sister to say it.
