All of us after the season: Can’t wait for Mack to have some rest and relaxation
Mack: I’ll rest for exactly one week after the season then all bets are off
That one (1) week in Boston he partied like it was his last, like the feds were closing in and he was about to spend the rest of his life behind bars. So he put on his little newsboy cap, went head down, ass up for the world’s worst kegstand, then embarked on a bender so generational he misplaced his suitcase somewhere in the chaos and resurfaced wearing mismatched shoes and a single solitary hoodie seven days in a row.
He smooched Will goodbye, told him not to sleep with Leno while he was gone, then fucked off to Worlds, then straight into the mountains of Vancouver, where he entered his monk era with the brief exception of attending a FIFA game with Bedsy, but then the Lord smote his bestie’s other shoulder, so it was right back to torture city for Mack.
Meanwhile, Will tried to lure him back into a life of sin by bandwagoning the Knicks in New York and celebrating 4th of July at the Cape while being cradled in the arms of no fewer than twelve men. Instead of tempting Mack into abandoning his vows for a weekend of romance, it only rage-baited him into training even harder. Now Samisa are sleeping in a tent in the backyard while he runs them through suicide drills from sunrise to sunset.
If only his joy, balance, and release was there to provide… well. Praying for everyone involved until Will lands in YVR.
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