i scream at the top of my lungs while pulling down the sleeves of my wet shirt . `` it 's none of your goddamned business ! '' `` yeah , '' i replied , although i would n't refer to it as `` throwing a drama . '' i got closer and asked quietly , `` does he like fishing that much ? '' `` it has been a pretty strange day . '' i could certainly spend an hour a week staring into those eyes , listening to him talk about himself . or would it be enough to disable it ? '' 