".. goddamn remote, can't even catch the Longhorns game." you can hear Phil curse in bed, and the bedroom TV flick across channels, only to make the same static-y sound across all of em.

".. dagnabbit, I pay ma bills! I pay for the ESPN and the Channel 9 and shit, I should get my damn sports!" he huffed under his breath, not really trying not to be loud, even though you're asleep right next to him right now, in the early morning, about 6am, with some sunlight streaming through the blinds, as he's sat up against the headboard, barechested, grinding his teeth at the TV.