“We all know that’s not going to happen. And if behave means wiping up someone’s piss and dribble, I think I’ll pass.”
Jackson laughed uncertainly.
I frowned.
Something about this fella really grated my nerves. It was Mack, of course, who had gotten Jackson involved in drugs way back when they were dating. I had done drugs myself in my younger days. Unlike Jackson, I had not developed an addiction problem.
It wasn’t just that.
Mack seemed to think he was on a movie set, his each and every remark crafted to get a laugh or a snigger as though cameras were recording every moment of his life for posterity. He was also a horrible snob, and since he was good-looking and rich, he got away with it.
You’re jealous,I thought suddenly.
Who, me, jealous? No way!
You’re jealous.
Okay. Maybe a little bit.
You’re jealous.
Yeah, so what?
“So the little dingleberry likes dinosaurs?” Mack offered, as if to make conversation.