Re: call: connie/patrick
[He has to move the phone away from his ear.] You're supposed to be mature and suggest I might have ear cancer, Con, or that I've lost my fucking mind, and then you're supposed to suggest we make a doctor's appointment, and I'm supposed to remind you that I hate shots, and then you tell me a story about how I ran away from home when it was time for school vaccinations, and how you intercepted me and told me I couldn't run away to Yogi Bear's forest. [Audible grin. He's predictable.] You're cool with it? [Relieved.] I potentially tried to gumshoe my way into a mafia handoff, and I reconsidered my life choices when I almost pissed myself. Trufax.