My friend came into the office incensed. He threw his briefcase on the floor and threw me a glare.

“What now?” I said.

“I hate how many girlfriends you have. It males me want to spit.”

“Males you want to spit?”

“You know what I mean.”

I did. And it males me smile. My friend was jealous because I got all the girls. But what he doesn’t know is that it’s a lot of work, requires little sleep and hyper focus.
But he doesn’t care. And that males me angry.