"Now that's what I'm talking about! See now that's the Big Man I know and love! There he is! Goddamn, you fuckin' Ryan Gosling you—get over here! Freakin' Lord of the Rizz! Fellowship of the… whatever! My boy did it!"
All of a sudden, darkness. And as well as the sweet-sour aroma of body spray. The kind that smelt much too good for the average man's cost of living.
Tyler had me in a chokehold. His arm passed around my head and shoulders, pressing down at my neck with the entire weight of a grown-ass man and then some.
Just another name at the bottom of a long, long list of people who either wanted to shake my hand, pat me sore on the back, and now apparently also choke me fondly to death.
