“Weir, lemme lend you my comb.” “I’m fine. Free and shaggy.” “You look like a hobo. Not even a high-status hobo. You look like the hobo the other hobos goof on.” “Really, I’m good.” “Grahame, fetch Daddy’s hair implements.” “Jeez, Dad, I’m talking to–” “50 grand to get you into college and you’re in a … Continue reading Neatly, Gnarly