For some reason...I’m still jammed in this bathroom, having a square-up and a stare-down with you like we enemies in a cowboy flick or a hood classic, which are basically the same except for the color of the characters and the hats they got on.
And the fact that we’d fooled around there so many times feels like a miracle now that I think about it, and like an act of desperation now that I really think about it.