Christian “UM, WELL … how did you … and her … of course I mean her. I mean how did you, and she …?” My own fault, really. I’m just too nice, that’s the problem. Lou just looked so lost and confused. He’d needed someone to talk to and since no one else at Ace Electronics Repair seemed like they could be bothered to reach out to a fellow human being in need of some guidance, I’d naturally just stepped up to the plate. At first I just thought he’d needed someone to talk to. It wasn’t until our tenth or twelfth loading dock burrito that I put enough capacitors and resistors together in my head and got it that he wanted to talk about something specific, something he couldn’t talk to anyone else about. It wasn’t until our fifteenth or eighteenth foil-wrapped silver bullet of Latino cholesterol that I added a few transistors to the circuit diagram between my ears and figured out that what he wanted to know something about was sex. I’ve been around. Okay, I’ve been somewhat around.
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