The Bowling Alley. Mike rushes up to Brian, who's wearing his dad's old bowling shirt, has The Ball, and is putting on his bowling shoes. Mike babbles that Brian's urgent message interrupted the Big Q's biggest sale of the year. Brian ignores him and says, "After your touching eulogy, I decided to come here and pay my respects to Jack Kinney...so what do you say we roll one for the old fuck?" Mike goes first. Gutterball. The mean heterosexual male bowlers in the next lane laugh. Actually, so did I. Brian clears his throat and says, "Herteros: One, Homos: Nothing." Mike's like, okay, can I go now? Nope, it's Brian's turn. He strides up to the alley in slow-mo, takes a sec with the ball, and, with perfect form, throws it down the lane. It's a strike. And the House of QaF gives it to us four times from four different angles, just so we're sure. A little confused about how many strikes Brian made, perhaps, but sure that he made them. One. Made one. We think. Mike jumps up and cheers. Brian raises his hands in triumph, and then makes obscene gestures with his crotch towards the derisive straight men, crowing, "That's right. The fucking fairies got a strike! The fucking fairies are jumping up and down! The fucking fairies are celebrating!" He grabs Mike, leans him back, and gives him a big kiss and then a hug.
Looks like Daphne has an after-school job at a music store, like all the cool kids do. I had an after-school job at a bookstore, like all the geeky kids do. I wanted to work in a comic-book store, because the guys that worked there were real cute. You know, for comic-book guys.