"West Point Military Academy, United States Naval Academy, which do you like? I'll sponsor you through college." Tommy flicked ash from his cigarette, looking at Dennis.
Dennis was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch Tommy's forehead, "The California sun must be radioactive, Tommy. You'd better go see a damn neurologist to have your brain checked. You don't have a fever, but your problem is bigger, because probably only surgery can find out what's wrong with you."
Tommy ignored the guy's teasing and repeated to Dennis what he had told his own brother.
"You're saying, you'll give me money to live it up in New York with those SSD guys?" Dennis said after listening, "I can also send you the bill for my hookers, you'll reimburse me in full, the cost for doing drugs with them, girlfriends' expenses…"
"Yes, as long as it's not too excessive, that's fine. So, do you agree?" Tommy nodded seriously at Dennis and asked.