“Yo, real talk—what if that Band-Aid had some nasty disease on it, and it seeped into your forehead and is now eating your brain or something? Tomorrow you gon� wake up even dumber than you are today.� Randy’s face is dead serious. “And that’s a shame.� Jamal’s is too. “A damn shame.� So is Flaco’s. “A low-down dirty shame.� A smirk now splinters Randy’s mug like a crack in glass.
