“or no we won’t. Instead tomorrow begins a long weekend in which I will be twisted in to knots, or things you cannot understand, and I will think of the ways in which Steve nailed my testicles to the wall today, and the ways in which he still loves you, and in the ways in which I keep F-ing up all over the place. I need to find my way into that bed back there with all of the knotted up bed sheets and the moisture with this moisturous air all about, and try to put myself out of misery for the night and to wake up in the morning with a new deposit in my bank account, and to finally realize that I am happy for my friends who have carried my ass this week that I began with only $11 in my account. Thanks for the dinners, camaraderie, joy and conversation. I guess at the end of the day that is all you need, and not a late night phone call. We all have something to do tomorrow, and some of us don’t get to choose when we get to do it.”
— As William was speaking tonight.
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