Todd didn’t notice the drying stain upon the sidewalk as he subconsciously stepped over it.
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He was stretched along the booth backing, an empty tupperware on the table in front of him. Mario was arguing the finer points of why the Chargers were the worst team in football to Jimmy.
“Who’d you guys draft in the first round?”
Simon watched Jimmy open his mouth to answer. Mario cut him off with the wave of a hand. “I’ll save you the time. It doesn’t matter because he’ll be injured or holding out come week one. He’s playing on a scrub ass team, so that’s the best option for him anyway.”
“How many rings do you got?” Jimmy asked.
“We’re not talking about rings.”
“How many?”
“It doesn’t -”
“Zero. We both have zero, so you can’t talk s**t to me about shit.”
“That’s cause both your t
