"God cursed me," he said, across the table, lamenting another lost possession, head in hands. "He cursed me with a bad memory and a wandering mind. He cursed me with poor eyesight and glasses. So that's like, great, thanks, that's another thing I can lose. Awesome."
I looked down, into my juice box.
"Look on the bright side. At least you'll never lose your perfect eyesight."