[Meet your new bunkmate. Travis Touchdown, 30, styled in sloppily-fit jeans and a t-shirt with a picture of a woman's ass in a thong, is sprawled on his side in his top bunk, his head propped up by one hand in a way that lets him hang see other people's comings and goings. He is wearing yellow aviator sunglasses despite being both indoors and surrounded by the blue light of the dorms. It makes the world look puke green.
The hell is with this kid?
With some persistence:]
Cool. I'm Travis. You look like dogshit. You slept recently?
Welcome Aboard
The hell is with this kid?
With some persistence:]
Cool. I'm Travis. You look like dogshit. You slept recently?
[He points at his own temple with his free hand.]
I hear it's good for the brain.