“Taz, yo, no shit, Taz just goes off on him!”
Hector was all bouncing around in the big cracked leather chair by the window in my apartment. Mom wasn’t due home for another couple of hours, and I didn’t expect Dad home any time soon, either, so we were just chilling in the living room, smoking a bowl.
“So what’d Father Spence say?” asked Danny, reaching across the stained coffee table to pass me the bong.
“What’s he gonna say?” asked Hector. “Taz just tells him, like, ‘This class is bullshit, man. Fail me if you want, I don’t give a motherfuck.’”