Samir wondered how some weedy teenager managed to have a girlfriend when he couldn't even get the fucking guidance counselor to look at him. "There's no such thing as food cheating" Samir pointed out.

He chuckled at Apple's assessment. "Professor Davies has her moments of brilliance" he lied. If it were up to him she would be long gone. Past her prime. "Maybe you should ask her and find out" he offered jokingly.

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"That's kind of a relief man cause this chick is like..." he grinned and shook his head. "She's like the hottest chick on the planet and she's super funny and she actually likes me man. It's fuckin' weird. You probably get that all the time, right man? Like... why does this hot chick dig me," he leaned back and sighed. "Life is weird."

Apple laughed. "Not a bad idea man," he knew the older man was joking, at least he hoped he was.

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"I have yet to experience anything like ya so eloquently described" he drawled, grinning. "All I got is a secret fan club from some freshmen girls. Not to great" he said, drawing little lines with his stick in the ground. "But yer right about life bein' weird" he agreed.

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"A suave motherfucker like yourself? You've gotta be kiddin' me man. What hope does that leave for the rest of us?" he laughed, patting his s'more filled belly. "For a long time I always though I was the weird one but it's good to know someone else thinks the world is weird," he nodded.

"Few years ago some crazy shit went down and my mom went missing in the woods, some crazy skinwalker shit and I though... that shit's just legend man, like Native American folk stories that my dad used to tell to scare the pants off me and my brother but it was true man. What crazy kind of world is this man?"

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