I11: (says something really funny) I: See, “K”, that's what I like about “I” – it’s so much fun talking with him. I11: Oh sh!t, then I’m not talking anymore. K9: Cool, I’ll talk. (I11 stays quiet for about two minutes, then joins in the conversation) K9: “I”, how come you’re talking? I11 (good-naturedly): Oh, shut up. (Later, we drop K9 off and proceed to I11’s school) I11: You know, one time, I drank alcohol. I: When? I11: When you and Dad weren’t home, I took some beer from the fridge, and I drank it. I: I don’t think so. You wouldn’t be able to handle the taste. I11: What’s it taste like? I: (cracking up) I11: Oh cr@p! I forgot! I forgot what it tastes like.
