“Well,” Matt said, “I always get depressed this time of year.”
“Clinically?”
“Clinically? You mean, ‘afraid-to-leave-home-stop-eating-stay-in-bed-all-day’ depressed?’ No, just down, I guess.”
“Sounds manageable. Maybe you need a swift kick or just to get laid.”
“Okay, what time does your old lady get home?”
“My mother or my girl friend?”
“Maybe both.”
Andy sucker punched Matt to the left temple. Matt folded up like a lawn chair and lay on floor, blinking.
“Shit, why’d you do that?”
“To cure your depression. Women and pain work every time.”