Rhythm, Chord & Malykhin

I didn’t have anything better to do, but when someone else said it, it pissed me off.

“Yeah. We’ve been sharing since gas prices started making my ass bleed,” he explained.

“Are you sure the ass bleeding isn’t from too much anal with Mason?” I cracked up, poking my finger into his back.

Eli flicked me off over his shoulder as he walked a little further inside. “I’m gonna fart on your pillow and hope you get stink eye,” he muttered.

“Your bag is in the bus. Let’s go sell some shit. Gordo’s phone is dead, and I bet my fucking balls he’s been giving out the wrong change for the last hour without his calculator app.”

I nodded, remembering the time I’d witnessed Gordo trying to give a cashier change at the gas station. Painful didn’t even begin to cut it. I’d ended up giving the poor lady money out of my own pocket to put her out of her misery.