“Shut up Damien,” I mumbled, finishing up the last bits of my food.
“Great, just great! Another friggin’ night in the cold rain.”
“Oh stop your complaining and worry about something else.”
“Hmph! Easy for you to say.”
About fifteen minutes passed of total silence between us. Then suddenly, “I need new boxers.”
Damien cracked up laughing.
“James, I think that’s just about the weirdest thing I’ve heard all day!”
“Yeah yeah, but I’m serious I’ve got like, this giant rip in ‘em.”
“Ew, nasty picture,” he cringed. I smacked his arm.
“Dude! I meant up the side of my leg. But all the same its nice to know you think of me like that.”
“We need new clothes, too, by the way.”
“Whatever. I suppose this means more clothes from Goodwill?”
“Yes, but how? I mean, we can’t exactly steal them.”
“Well technically it’s not stealing if we get them from the back, because they don’t have price tags yet.”
“Smart James, real smart. But I do agree.”
“Right then, it’s all settled. Now, you know the routine. Let’s wash up.”