Rick snorted. “Craig’s pick. He said it would become a comedy staple. We told him he was an idiot. He was right.”
– “Best music video of the decade. Best opening riff. Best song to speed through a tunnel to.”
I looked up at my uncle. He was staring out the window at the rain, his forty-six-year-old hands wrapped around a mug that said WORST. MILLENNIUM. EVER.
But they could try.
