“Okay, okay. Damn, I can’t get ahold on this emotional shit.”
Deice chuckles. “Just get on with it.”
“Fine,” I pause. “I met a girl.”
He stares at me with pursed lips. “Am I supposed to find this information shocking?”
“An animal, Deice. A girl at the Zoo.”
He remains calm, and still as if I am a wild animal about to bolt. “Go on,” he coos.
Spit it out, Jax. “This girl—Priya. Her name is Priya—she is real. I don’t know why I refer to her as this girl. Maybe it’s because she’s unforgettable and words don’t seem to do her justice. Priya, she’s beautiful. So much in fact that I’d be surprised if mother nature didn’t paint her herself. The women here, you know how they are, they all try too hard. It’s all about the latest fashion trends, what makeup looks best, what facials will keep the
