He yanks open his front door and without a word, I shove my license into his hands. “Awesome,” he says. “Now you can drive sometimes.” “I can drive sometimes if and when my parents ever get me a car.” “Is there an estimate for that?” “When my mom finally picks out a new car, I get her current one. But she claims that I can borrow it whenever, since she works from home.” Kyle nods appreciatively and we walk into the kitchen, where we collect every potential snack food and head down into the basement. “You ready for this?” he asks. “I was born ready.” “Oh yeah, happy birthday, or whatever.” “Thanks or whatever,” I say. We settle in to watch the first movie. We tend not to talk too much during the first few hours of it. It’s become almost a spiritual thing between us. “There’s nothing wrong with this movie,” Kyle says, restarting a conversation that we’ve had a million times, to the point where we each have our own set of lines and cues as we discuss it.
