it's 4:03 pm, on September 29, 2019 - ben lee back in 1998.
two more evergreen things, and hopefully I'll go back to being that person who posts sadness every six months:
beck says it best: sometimes you gotta roadie it alone, and; I think that maybe, of all the things I've written, this is the most true to my own character:
Archie was happy to carry the conversation, and as glad as Greg was to take the invitation to breakfast, he was doubly glad when Archie's phone went off and he had to leave. Neutral at best was nothing to be proud of, and this was his life, and he was going to get used to it, and going to harden himself, and if he was unhappy about the situation, well, that was just tough fucking shit.