Chapter 2July, 1998
“Come on, man,” Barry whined. He stretched across the low counter of the laundromat, his graphic print T-shirt riding up to reveal a pale excess of potato chip, soda, and video game-induced flab as he tried to knock Rob’s geology textbook off his lap. “You gotta come.”
“I told you I’m working this weekend.” Rob slouched lower in his chair, hunching over his notes both to protect them from Barry’s flailing arms and to hide his eyes from the overgrowth of black hair covering his friend’s stomach. “God, back off, would you, you ape?”
“How many times do I got to tell you, don’t be hating on the fur. You’re nineteen, you’ll hit puberty soon.” Barry slid off the counter. He rubbed his hand exaggeratedly around his exposed gut, knocking over the stacked display of mini boxe
