"I had such fuckin' hopes for us." I lost my job this week, maybe deep-sixed a long friendship and professional relationship in the process. I'll be fine; just writing mediocre poetry and working on my Splatoon ranking in the aftermath. Every Wire rewatch, especially now, after another long sojourn in Maryland not that far in the rearview, when it felt like it was just my old boss and me, far from home, working as the symbiotic two-man team we'll probably never be again, unspoken bonds and all, just kills me. I still remember how raw it was when I told him I was leaving, how giddy and exciting it was when I told him I wanted to return. "We'll get the band back together!" The wound is still fresh, for me at least. We have so little in common except work, shared ideals. I'm older than he is, somehow, but he's better at the metagame. He pulled my ass to safety twice in the last two years. I gotta figure it out for myself this time. I just hope he still respects me.