“Cool.”
Though I might face some slight disappointment and disapproving looks at the kitchen table, going into temporary hock seemed well worth it to me so far. That’s what I would say, and then I’d listen to their argument against it. My parents had been through a lot more than I had been, different things, and the moment I stopped thinking I could learn from them, like I had very recently concerning Mathias and my hopes for Devon, that was the very moment I’d become a fool. I was told some very lucrative endorsement deals were still on the table if I did well. On the other hand, Mick Albert claimed coming out destroyed any chance of me becoming as big as the tall guy who once ate Subway sandwiches and recently became a dad. Stubbornly, I told my agent, “We’ll see about that.”
He countered with “Maybe. But the world still has a ways to go. It ain’t perfect yet. Let’s hope for more change.”
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