ON THE WAY INTO THE den, Charlie tripped over Travis’ shoe for the hundredth time. “Goddamn it.” He struggled to straighten his six-five, 270lb body with the help of the chair. “Travis!” He grunted, his jeans twisting in the crotch. “Travis, get your a*s in here now.” He grabbed the black and white Nike on his way to the hall. “Travis?”
“What the f**k do you want?” he yelled from upstairs. “I’m busy.”
“With that p**n?” Charlie stood at the stairs, raising the shoe. “Get your a*s down here right now. I almost broke my neck.”
Travis slumped to the top of the stairs in baby-blue pajama bottoms and a white undershirt. “What is it?”
Charlie strangled the shoe in his colossal hands. “I almost broke my neck on your shoe again.” He threw it at Travis who ducked before it hit his head. “How man
