Ex-Boyfriend: “FOR REAL? You for real fucked a
handicapped dude? I know you got a big heart and
everything but GODDAM, Tiffany!”
Tiffany: “So what, it happened years ago.”
Ex-Boyfriend: “You said it was the best sex you ever
had! Now I gotta compete with a handicapped dude?
What I got to do to be better than him?”
Tiffany: “It’s not about that. It was the passion, the
intensity of it all.”
Ex-Boyfriend: “What exactly do you want, do you want
me to make my hand like a little dinosaur hand to
smack you with my mngertips? Is that what you want?
Make funny noises when we fuck? You want me to
drool?”
Tiffany: “No, it was Roscoe, it was diĉerent, you’re
diĉerent. You don’t have to be angry—you’re better
than Roscoe in other ways.”
ͳat was the wrong thing to say. He went crazy over
that shit. Angry, yelling about how much better he was than
some handicapped dude who lived in a group home. Shit, I
would hope so! If you gotta point that out, you already in
trouble.
Later on we were at a store together, and there was a