“Dude.” I say, “You don’t think I’m a good-hearted person, do you?” And Denny says, “Hell no, dude.” After a few blocks, all those backyards of beer, I know Denny’s being honest. I say, “You don’t think I’m really a secretly sensitive and Christlike manifestation of perfect love?” “No way, dude,” Denny says. “You’re an asshole.” And I say, “Thanks. Just checking.”
