NOLAN
"You're a f*****g control freak, fucking... f*****g, blood i***t," Elvis let out, supporting himself with his elbows on the table.
"Talk to me, man," I urged, "you're still going to tell me, so why not now, eh?"
Lazily flailing his arms, he stated, "You want to know? Okay, fine. I will tell you. Your friend, this drunk loser you see here, is done with. I'm going to live... if you're even going to call it that... a very sad life. But, yay, at least I would be normal, right? At least, no one will know good guy Elvis likes f*****g Jonathan in the ass, and I'll tell you this, that guys is just so good at...."
Looking around, hoping no one could hear what my drunk friend was saying, I said, "How about you keep it low? Or even that 'normal' will run away so fast."
