I ended up leaving it in the kitchen and I wasn’t even aware of it. I should have known it would be in that room. That’s my favorite room in the house. Where did you end up finding your copy of Dorian Gray?
That’d be the worst. Sometimes I loose things and blame it on my brothers but end up finding them. It ended up being stashed under a pile of papers and - uh - journals on my desk. I’m - sorry. You’re Tatum, right?
Point taken. It always happens to be the days that I have a mug in hand and am somewhat happy that everyone else seems to be dead.
They might just be scared. Sleeping off hangovers… Who knows. Mug in your hand? Of what? Tea? Coffee? The blood of your foes?
Oh god, I hope they don’t start trying to be like Carter Avery. At least it was funny, it’s not every day a scraggy naked guy passes your window screaming like that.
Maybe… I mean, I don’t think a Zombie Apocalypse is totally off the table. Maybe it’s a nudity epidemic or something.
I’m sober right now, thank you very much, and I’m not having any withdrawals. Okay, no. Earlier today I seriously considered baking MDMA brownies, but I don’t know how to bake. I can do this honesty thing, see?
It’s sort of nice. Wait. I’m confused. So you’re going through withdrawals? Or you’re not? Or you just don’t know how to make brownies? I’m loosing myself in all this honesty.