“My penis hurts.” I paused. Did I hear correctly? “What?” “My penis hurts, Omar.” I looked towards Jason, perplexed. “I’m serious it does.” “I’m sure it does, but I am confused why you wanted to share this information with me now. It is fucking 4 A.M.; we should be looking for our Uber. We have a train to catch.” “I know, I know. I can multitask, O.K.? Just making small talk.” “And This is your idea of small talk?” I aske...