At a big health club in Connecticut, the gang was all there around 11pm working out. Kevin, of course, began heckling some redheaded kid, who was part of a ginormous Pilates class.
“Come on! Get those crunches right! You’re weak!” yelled Kevin, jokingly.
The redheaded kid got up, walked over, and challenged Kevin to a “duel” of sorts. “Anything . How about boxing?” the kid offered.
“Boxing?” asked Kevin. “I’ll murder you.”
“Naah, it’ll be all right. We wear all that equipment and padding,” the kid said.
“Yeah,” I chimed in. “Lots of padding. No one will get really hurt.”
Justin, sitting quietly, watching the whole scene, nodded in agreement and took another drag on his cigarette. Then he downed the rest of his scotch and signaled the waitress for another.
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