“How can you wear a noose every day?”
Cam was pulling at his tie and shuffling in the passenger seat.
“You get used to it,” I said without looking up from my phone.
“What does this tie look like anyway?” asked Cam. “No flowers or shit?”
I ignored him got out of the car.
“Or purple, you know I hate purple.”
Normally I would have told him the tie was purple with a picture of Darth Vadar on it. Star Wars was one of the many things Cam enjoyed tormenting me about. As a…