“That’s not a very nice thing to say about someone.”
“You don’t get it. She is literally a whore. I saw her on the corner of Franklin Street, wearing fishnets and leaning into people’s cars.”
“Are you going to say anything to her?”
“Shit, no! Then I have to explain what I was doing on Franklin Street at eleven o’fucking clock.”
“Ah, okay.”
“What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to pretend I didn’t see her? Just forget about it? I can’t imagine a classy way to bring that up. ‘Oh hey, yeah school was nice and oh by the way I know you’re a prostitute.’”
“I dunno, dude…she’s your mom.”