Talking about the Sicilian is like dancing about architecture

Last night I hung out with Frank for a bit, and as always could not resist bringing up the Sicilian. Talking about an old flame is like smoking a guilty cigarette behind the building with the guys in Shipping & Receiving. I get dizzy and I swear a lot, and I try to act aloof and fierce like one of the boys. The only difference is that when I smoked with the Shipping guys, sometimes Martin would bully George into using the hot glue gun on his own hand to prove how tough he was. That kind of thing mostly doesn’t happen during a simple discussion about the Sicilian.