Mickey7

time after I get back in, but I’ll ping you after

There’s no such thing as a perfect friend, any more than there’s any such thing as a perfect anything, and if you slag everyone in your life for their many and varied failings, you’re going to miss appreciating the good stuff they bring to the table.

I added up the benefits of having him in my life, deducted the annoyance of having to pay for everything anytime we went anywhere, and decided that on the balance, he was a net positive. Once I’d made that decision, I quit worrying about the checks. It wasn’t worth it.

Everything’s easier if you can just accept that and move on.

I’m not the most sensitive person, but I’ve been alive long enough to figure out that telling a miserable person about how much worse things could be is usually a bad idea.

flagellating myself. It’s more of a share-the-wealth kind

Nasha laughs. “You know what, Mickey? You think too much. Take off those clothes and get in here. You need to shift some blood away from your brain for a while.” I stare at her. “Come on, Seven,” Eight says. “We’re already perverts, right? And blowback or not, I’m not too confident that we’re not both going down the corpse hole soon enough. Might as well have some fun while we’re here.” The next two hours are weird. I don’t think I want to talk about them. Just to be clear, though: I regret nothing.

The next two hours are weird. I don’t think I want to talk about them. Just to be clear, though: I regret nothing.

really. I knew what was going to happen, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. There’s a certain peace that comes with that.

I knew what was going to happen, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. There’s a certain peace that comes with that.