013 † can't find my way outta here
[Max]
[is surprisingly sober -- he got sort of bored with trying to give himself alcohol poisoning after the second or third day. as good as that is for his liver, though, his sobriety hasn't been all that great for his mood. he's a little numb, and to avoid sounding it, he writes:] My life is so fucked up.
[/Max]
[Cas]
[after a long moment, written:] Okay, look, yeah -- I am pretty pissed off about how you decided to drop that bomb on me. And I get that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but at least it's the honest truth and not the Jack talking.
If it's any consolation, though -- [a pause, because those words have gotten him screwed more than once over the course of the last couple of days] -- apology accepted, man. Like you said, you were hot. You needed to get it off your chest. I get that.
And I'm sorry for whatever I said, while I was liquored. [it's ... kinda fuzzy]
[/Cas]
[Dad]
[oh, he's well aware that John went home some time ago, but he refuses to do a private filter -- that feels too much like a diary, and that's a chick thing -- and he just needs somewhere to vent. so, way to go absent dad, you're his venting grounds]
[and this part is dictated, angrily] What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Seriously, just -- how the hell do I deal with this shit? Why didn't you have to? Why did it have to be me and Sammy?
I can't -- [defeated now:] Oh, fuck it. Whatever. That one friggen word seems to be doin' me wonders lately, so I'm gonna go with it.
[/Dad]
[is surprisingly sober -- he got sort of bored with trying to give himself alcohol poisoning after the second or third day. as good as that is for his liver, though, his sobriety hasn't been all that great for his mood. he's a little numb, and to avoid sounding it, he writes:] My life is so fucked up.
[/Max]
[Cas]
[after a long moment, written:] Okay, look, yeah -- I am pretty pissed off about how you decided to drop that bomb on me. And I get that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but at least it's the honest truth and not the Jack talking.
If it's any consolation, though -- [a pause, because those words have gotten him screwed more than once over the course of the last couple of days] -- apology accepted, man. Like you said, you were hot. You needed to get it off your chest. I get that.
And I'm sorry for whatever I said, while I was liquored. [it's ... kinda fuzzy]
[/Cas]
[Dad]
[oh, he's well aware that John went home some time ago, but he refuses to do a private filter -- that feels too much like a diary, and that's a chick thing -- and he just needs somewhere to vent. so, way to go absent dad, you're his venting grounds]
[and this part is dictated, angrily] What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Seriously, just -- how the hell do I deal with this shit? Why didn't you have to? Why did it have to be me and Sammy?
I can't -- [defeated now:] Oh, fuck it. Whatever. That one friggen word seems to be doin' me wonders lately, so I'm gonna go with it.
[/Dad]