Chapter 4So, that’s how we wound up on a plane to Tel Aviv the very next afternoon. We already had passports because of that trip to Cabo we’d taken. We already had luggage because of that trip to Cabo we’d taken. And we knew to avoid spicy salsa because of that trip to Cabo we’d taken. Though I doubted they had salsa in Israel. Beyond that, I knew next to nothing about Israel. Though, ironically, I had recently jacked off a Jew.
The plane took off. Matty squinted his eyes shut and grabbed on to the armrest for what looked like dear life. We’d been drunk when we went to Cabo. The entire time. Takeoff and landing. But now, Matty was sober. I was sober. All my pills had been tossed out, including the ones that would’ve loosened his grip on the armrest. And the flight was fourteen hours, wit
