"There wasn't much to [his teenage bedroom]; just a bed without a frame and some scattered belongings. What I noticed right away, however, was his nunchuku.
"Wow! Where did you get these?"
"My Dad got them for me in Chicago. Watch this." Chuck proceeded to give me a display with his nunchuku that I had previously only seen in bad kung-fu movies on late-night cable.
"Gosh, you're good at that."
"Yep. Thanks." Chuck thought for a moment. "You know, every time I look at these things it makes me think of something."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
Chuck did not ever mince words.
"Well, I've always wanted to see one end of these inside a girl's vagina."
"And I've got twenty bucks that says you won't do it."
"Make it forty, motherfucker, and I'll swing 'em around...."
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