"What a fucking douche," Kevin grumbled, staring at his phone as yet more texts from Alex showed up, going on and on about how he was drunk, how he was lost, and how he was going to die if Kevin didn't come find him, never mind that they both would've been royally fucked if Kevin went anywhere but the goddamn bathroom. "What the fuck is his fucking problem? He always says, 'Oh, I'm gonna fucking die,' and then he never does, and if he couldn't play bass as fucking good as he does, I'd fucking wish that that premoni-thingy would actually happen, just so he'd quit his fucking bitching. ...Let him stay out for a tic," he added, shoving a big mouthful of sesame chicken into his mouth. Unfettered by the food in his mouth, Kevin pressed on: "Maybe he'll learn a fucking lesson this time."