Lucky

You can’t argue with Corin. He always gets what he wants. I’d say he makes a fuss if he doesn’t, but I’ve never seen that happen. He was rolling his bag on the bricks ahead of me and Percy. Seven blocks back I told him I was going to call an Uber but he said it wasn’t very honorable of me, given the bet. So now I have to walk who knows how far to the house because if I don’t he’s going to think I don’t have honor. But I do have honor I just don’t want to walk – and besides, I never shook on the bet. There’s no honor in a bet you don’t shake on. I have honor. I wouldn’t say I’ve concerned myself with honor very often. But I am honorable – I have integrity. That’s why it’s so stupid he thinks a bet that wasn’t shaken on could ruin something I’ve never tarnished. I aught to just call the Uber to prove him wrong, we didn’t even make contact with our hands before the be. There has to be physical acknowledgment for there to be any real honor on the line. If theres no handshake or no written word then a bet isn’t really more than a words or a joke. And when I agreed to play I just sat down, it wasn’t like I said yes or anything. It’s so cold and there’s—

“Corin! How many more blocks?”

“Twenty-five I think.”

twenty-five more blocks! I don’t think Corin has ever been denied anything — I mean look at him, he’s tall white and skinny. That’s eternally in vogue. He had a a good girlfriend and dumped her. I think she really loved him too. I know she did because she still fucking calls me to ask about him. It’s like the dice game: he plays it loose and somehow always wins. There’s something to admire about it – people admire a winner even when they don’t necessarily deserve it. He’s lovable even after it all, but he won’t ever really understand what it’s like to not have everything handed to him. To have girls look away when you look at them.