He decided it wouldn’t be a good idea to play basketball with his ribs still aching, but would walk the treadmill to get in a light workout and try to run a few laps around the track to see if he would get winded or stir up any coughing. Nick popped from behind the locker door handing him an envelope. “Here and keep it on the down low.” “What is it?” He asked putting it on the shelf in the locker. “I’m throwing a poker party and it’s going to be off the hook!” “Nick, since when is playing poker hot?” “I got strippers coming to entertain, baby! So bring extra dollars.” “Strippers at a poker game—you are getting odder by the day. Why are you whispering about it? “ “I didn’t give Anthony an invite to the party.” “We’re supposed to be boys, Nick. Why are you excluding him from stuff?” “I’m evolving and moving in different directions; Anthony is still on the silly shit.” “Do you hear yourself? You’re having strippers at a poker game—how much sillier can you get than that?
