"Man," Rocky said, brushing a hand through his wavy black hair, "I still don't believe this s**t!"
Crank, very seriously, leaned over the table and took another swallow of beer. "Believe it, pal, believe it. Would I lie to you?"
"Yeah, you would," said Joe, also downing some beer.
"Aw, f**k you, Joey. You know I'm tellin' the truth, man. You were there. Tell this ugly boy what happened."
"Go ahead," cackled Rocky. "This, I gotta' hear."
"Tell the fucker, Joey."
"Okay, man. We were standin' in line at th' unemployment office, right, and I see this chick, so I walk over and..."
Crank punched him in the arm, so hard that it made Joe wince. "Joey, you asshole. Not what happened this morning. What happened last night, man. You know, with Benny. What you think we been talkin' about for th
