For that matter, he could not even remember Chauncey ever laughing. He did not know that laughter could exist in such a stiff-neck. “Man, I need to put that on YouTube, you and that golf club!” Jamal laughed while lying down. “You can’t make money off of YouTube, but America’s Funniest Home Videos is a different story.” Quincy continued to laugh, then pointed toward Will. “And Wesley Snipes over here came out of nowhere shooting. Talking about you go hunting. And where you from again?” “Long Beach!” Will said. “What are you hunting in the middle of Long Beach?” There was another round of laughter, and then Quincy lay down on his bed and played with his BlackBerry. Jamal sat at the edge of his bed and started to do arm stretches. Chauncey lay next to his nightstand, thumbing through his Bible, while Will sat in a chair next to a table. “This has made the whole weekend worth it to me,” Jamal said. “As funny as the whole raccoon thing is, it’s nothing in comparison to Dr.
