[Aldo]
Andre is laying on the couch with his feet kicked off the edge. I’m sitting there tight as a spring, still reeling after my horrible discussion with Dawn.
It went in the complete opposite direction of what I wanted. Not that I expected her to be in my arms by the end—did I?—but I wanted her to understand. Instead, I just looked like an ass.
The TV flashes, and the person on the game show starts crying; they’ve just won a hundred grand.
“Man, ain’t that a way to earn your money?” Andre says. “You could walk in poor as s**t and come out with buckets.”
“Don’t they pay it out in installments?” I ask, leaning back, trying to relax.
“Nah, man. Who’s gonna go on a game show to win a payment plan?” He laughs, and I join him as the co-host hands over a massive check to the cr
