So young Michael kicked the shit out of the kid who had tried to steal his pigeon; then he kicked the shit out of some of the kids who had stolen his clothes and money; and then he kicked the shit out of a bunch of people who just seemed to need the shit kicked out of them.
Look around the bar; there are six people - a straight date, a gay date, and us.
Jordan, four days from our two year anniversary as roommates. Extremely accurate summary, thus far.
I’d like to thank my newest nephew for being born on his older sister’s 4th birthday so I don’t have to try fruitlessly to remember another date.