The Rankers Guide to Live an Ordinary Life – Chapter 25

Mad Dog’s face twisted. Did his fits flare up again? “Why are you cussing in someone’s face like that? You classless bastard.” “I dunno. I just suddenly feel really, really shitty. Filthy, sticky, gross.” Santa Monica, California, USA. Two men sat under a beachside patio umbrella. The Latin man with white dreadlocks—Mad Dog—snapped, nerves exposed. “What gives me the creeps...