He tells me about himself. No. Incorrect. He rambles about himself:
“I was born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky. Then my family moved to Pittsburgh when I was eight. My mother teaches art in the city. She’s almost retired now. My father works in investments and a few of the banks in the city. He can retire if he wants, but he likes to stay busy. They live in Baker’s Square. It’s a modest home, but Mom loves it. It looks like a gingerbread house.
“I went to a private high school here in the city. The Haggert. You may have heard of it. A bunch of pissy, highbrow kids with too much of their parents’ money. I’m twenty-one like you. I go to Carnegie Mellon now. I’m trying to get a degree in biohazard recycling. It’s a rough subject, but I think I can get by.
“I want to travel the world…I’
