““Chucky came home sometime around the fifth inning. “Yo,” he said as he walked by me toward his room. “Yo.” When he came back out, he was wearing a red polyester tracksuit and had a bag in his hand. “I got you a present,” he said. When I stood to take the bag from his hands I noticed that the name “Chuck” was embroidered on his jacket. I cautiously removed the contents of the bag to reveal an identical tracksuit to the one he was wearing, except it had “Charlie” embroidered on it. “Oh my god, Chucky.” I buckled over and started laughing. “Screw Helen,” he said. “We’re roomies now.” “We’re the Royal Tenenbaums!” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Thank you, Chuck. I totally thought you’d have Fatbutt embroidered on something the first chance you got.” “It crossed my mind.” Still laughing, I said, “We’re gonna be a spectacle.” “It’s fucking rad””
