“Hey, Bryan, wanna come and play some football?” asked Jason, another new friend.
“Too much work to do,” said Bryan pushing his bag forward as if to prove the point. In truth, he didn’t actually know how to play football. Nor did his body possess anything approaching the defined beauty the other young men exhibited. If he went out there, exposing his skinny, scrawny body and inability to catch and kick a football then he’d really blow all the hard work he’d put in trying to be ‘one of the gang.’