““Austin’s PA put something in his Coke, and he had the shits all night long,” John says between fits of laughter. “It wasn’t all night long; it was till there was nothing left inside of me,” I correct him while Noah chuckles. “Wow. I thought my PA hated me,” Noah says. “She caught you fucking her mother on your desk,” I remind him. “She didn’t knock. It wasn’t my fault.” He points at me. “You had sex with her the day before,” I also point out. He shrugs his shoulders, thinking nothing more of it. “At least she didn’t try to kill me.” “She put your face on a billboard with your home address and open invitation for free lodging for the homeless,” John comments, still laughing. “We””
