I rubbed my eyes and was yawning in the process; I was wondering how long I had been out for as I was gathering my senses. After I was fully awake, I looked over at Tommy and asked, “How long was I out for?” No response at all from him. “Hey, Tommy! How long was I out for!” I asked yet again. Still no response from him. Either Tommy was ignoring me or he was preoccupied with something else, but at second glance, he was just staring straight ahead—no talking, no moving, no nothing from him. That pissed me off badly. “Damn you, Tommy!” I yelled out. “I didn’t want to talk to your punk a*s anyways.”
Then I turned to Chubs. “Hey, Chubs. Since Tommy is being a little b***h, maybe you can answer me. How long was I out for?” I then angrily added, “And then maybe you can tell me what’s eating at
