You were standing in a t-shirt and your underwear in Shoresy’s apartment. Aware that the other boys were there, but not caring.

Shoresy was in the middle of telling Goody, Dolo and Hitch they need to focus more on the game and less on getting with girls.

“You’re a right hypocrite, my son.” Hitch said, nodding to you. “You expect us to stay out of the sack, but you’re sleeping with that every night.”