I hate being a less than decently looking guy who’s bad in conversation at the worst possible time. But c’est la vie.
I’m doing a typographic portrait and for some inexplicable reason I have no idea what the letters of the alphabet look like.
I start talking about the Wild Thornberrys and he’s all like “What’s that?” The fuck kid, you’re only 3 years younger than me.
but then my job called and gave me a great big NOPE and told me to come in 2 hours early. le fuuuu-