› STATUS : closed. › LOCATION : conrad's home. › FEATURING : stellan & conrad ( @coyotetm )
“and then i saw that they'd planted their hydrangeas in clay soil. i mean, there's no way the roots are going to breathe in those conditions. that's a one - way ticket to tired, diluted flowers. it doesn't matter how much you fertilize them.” stellan sometimes wondered whether it was what conrad had in mind when rallying for mayor of the town. perhaps he had wished for something greater ; instead their evening was being spent together at his friend's home, tipsy and highly strung over a lack of loam and nutrients. but old men needed to stick together, and sticking together was they were good at — when their knees started to ache and their backs started to go, it was friendship they would all lean on in the end. “anyway,” he cleared his throat with a cough, as though his previous tirade had just been a strange gust of wind, “what's new with you ? ”
