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The Jesus Channel
“Shiiiiiit,” Clyde said, drawing the word out slowly. “I look like a little kid in his daddy’s clothes.”
Flip laughed. Clyde was right: the suit was way too big.
“Dude, don’t sweat it. He’s gonna be stirred up, he won’t have time to notice what you’re wearing. He’ll glance at you, see the tie, and think nothing more—except that he’s pissed off.”
Jorge yawned. “Can’t we take a nap first?”
“Y’all need to look alive,” snapped Flip, digging in his pocket. “You got one hour to get there—you better be f*****g wide awake.”
Flip dropped a tiny, clear Ziploc bag on the desk in front of Clyde. Clyde shook his head at the contents.
“Not my thing,” he said, pushing the baggy toward Jorge.
Jorge dug in his pocket for his keys. “Yeah, I could use a bump.”
“You’ll have abou
