“Whatchoo doin’, whiteboy? You little snotrag. You oozin’ disappointments right now. You as dis’ppointing as that movie — that dumb one, wit’ the wine — got that Asian chick who look like a horse — you ever see that one? — Nevermind, I can’t remember — you done dis’ppoint me, son.” He paused. “Wine is how the devil corrupts the grape.” He looked to one corner of his eyes as he considered whether that was profound or dumb. He couldn’t decide, so he took out his phone and said it again into his voice-recognition note-taking app.