Double Feature
Nick and Harry go to the dollar movies on Mondays. They watch about anything, even dog movies. Before leaving the theater they do a realquick meet with nature.
This late afternoon—after a charming martial arts-workplace-musical—we have Nick and Harry here slouching over urinals urinating. Moments in, Harry sounds a sharp grumble.
”Huh,” Nick asks.
”Dammit.”
”What.”
”There’s gum on my boxers.” Harry repels from the wall and shrugs toward his crotch. Nick checks his, then surveys Harry. Yep, right there in Harry’s fingers, a big league pinch of speckled spackle; a rumpled purple-gray, pulled-until-glossy, extended wad of smiling scrotum.