(( A TOAST ))
I raise my glass to invitation. To devilish teamwork. To fidelity. To being intimidating. To being clever. To helping out. To fucking chivalry. To amusing past times, to witty sayings.
I raise my glass to miraculously, somehow, always being there at your worst. To three years of wasted energy. To five hundred and sixty seven pages of worthless writing. To things working out like the movies. To missing the chance. To missing the point. To miss.
To spending far more time than I'd ever get in return.
To walking home at fucking three ten a.m.
To the bad guys, to John G and the good guys, to eight hours' wasted time.
To any of it meaning anything at all.
I raise my glass to miraculously, somehow, always being there at your worst. To three years of wasted energy. To five hundred and sixty seven pages of worthless writing. To things working out like the movies. To missing the chance. To missing the point. To miss.
To spending far more time than I'd ever get in return.
To walking home at fucking three ten a.m.
To the bad guys, to John G and the good guys, to eight hours' wasted time.
To any of it meaning anything at all.