“All right Justin, if that’s the way you want to play this.” The man stands up and walks toward the door.
“Wait,” I say. “I’m sorry. I’ll take it seriously. It really has been a rough couple of days.”
“Very well,” he says as he returns to his seat. “Let’s start with a few questions shall we?”
“I’ll do my best to answer your questions.”
“Excellent.” He looks at his pad, pretending to read something that isn’t there. “Justin, are you on drugs?”
“No, not even aspirin.”
He made a little mark in his book and asked, “where do you live?”