what? what are you even talking about? i’m an adult. do you know what that means? it means that i’m beset upon at all times by a tsunami of complex thoughts and struggles. unceasingly aware of my own mortality and able to contemplate the futility of everything. and yet still rage against the dying of the light. so do you see how monumentally stupid you, a child, asking me, ‘do i want to hang out some time’ is?
jimmy, “you’re the worst”