I'm actually supposed to go see him tomorrow. It's a six hour drive. I just know we're gonna have to have that conversation, like about how we're gonna keep doing this, since we're both getting jobs again.
Also last time I saw him, when I left, I had a blow out on the interstate and fucked up my car. I had to walk a mile down the interstate, and call my dad from a truck stop in the middle of January, so I'm nervous about the drive.
"Cmon, car! I wanna die, but I can't and not like this."
Im gonna try to just think about getting drunk in his apartment, and petting his dog.