”“Fuck you.”He was already fairly drunk before he was captured, and I don’t want to give him any more drugs. Paul and I head to the kitchen fo...r some privacy, where I tell him, “He was too drunk when you picked him up. I can’t give him any more without him passing out. We have two choices. We can either wait, hoping the drugs will take a stronger effect, or the alcohol to pass through his system so we can give him more. Or, we can come up with a different narrative, that he isn’t so opposed to.. I let the conversation go where it would and tried not to be critical. I feared, though, that this was only the beginning.“Oh, everything will settle down after the debate,” Martin said when we met for lunch the next week.“What debate?”“The debate teacher at the high school—Mrs. Hammer, I believe her name is—approached the Board with a novel idea for getting student buy-in and capitulation to the new policy. She’ll have two sides debate a proposition to rescind the new policy. Of course, it. She started telling him how a woman she worked with husband had a pantyhose fetish and anytime she wore pantyhose he would get really turned on and always wanted to have sex with her and from what her friend told her it seemed quite a bit of fun and and a exciting sex life.She teased him asking if he had a pantyhose fetish. He admitted he did and she said he was the only person she ever met that had a pantyhose fetish and that her husband when they used to have sex always just wanted to take. " And in the second place they all suck ass," Matt added."They're professional musicians," Crow said. "How can you possibly say they aren't good without hearing them first?" I don't need to hear them," Matt said. "They're spending their lives playing movie soundtrack bits for you at a little over minimum wage and minor royalties. If they were touring band caliber they wouldn't be here." That's not true!" Crow said. "Where do you come up with this shit, Matt?" Look, Crow," Jake said. "I'm sure.