Everything was windswept and octagonal and finger-combed.

“We're sitting there, her smoking, me watching her smoke, and it's too quiet, so…”

“Don't judge. I'm not getting drunk. I'm coping.”

“Some of you have it ingrained in you. You weren't born with it. No baby has hat…”

“Only two hours earlier she was telling me how great I was because I could cook …”