I’m telling Doug about this article I saw on Vice when he smacks his head. He says, ‘I get it now,’ and I know he wasn’t listening but I’m glad for him anyway, so I smile and shut up. Sometimes people need to talk. I roll another cigarette and look down the length of the mall, it’s quiet at this time of day and there’s nobody around. It’ll get crowded later. Doug looks at me expectantly and I realise he just asked me something, I have no idea what he said though, so I make something up.