"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Can I see
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed
actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's
avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit.
He's managing just fine.
