Friend: hey how are you doing?
Me, thinking of the Dakota and Aunt Alaska conversation, of William and David’s conversation over whiskey and apple juice, of Vyncent and Mynerva’s talks about home and betrayal and trust, of “see how cool I am mom”, of “your mom would be fucking proud of you man!”, of “he doesn’t have to like me, he just has to live”, of “you don’t have to be a superhero to be a hero”, of “they’re my friends”, of William and his parents, of Dakota and his aunt, of Vyncent and the Greats: I’m fine!














