I nod, smugly.
“How predictable.”
“Well I’ve always known he was! Always! Because-”
“I know, dear. That’s what I was referencing.”
“Yeah. I mean what a bellend! You can just picture him and everything, can’t you? All hunched over in the stall with all the other cokeheads, planning to… put on f*****g mirrored ties and go to a strip club like it’s 1985, f*****g – f*****g pretend to have fun.”
“Have you ever been to a strip club?”
“Ugh, a couple of times when I was younger. It’s just depressing, you know? All of these things that people just do because they’re just what you do. It’s just like cocaine, you just sit there sort of feeling guilty and ultimately a bit less of a – sort of – less of a person than you were. You know?”
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“God, it’s such a Donah
