texts: Hey, Stu, why so glum? Everybody loves a good humiliation nightmare. </s> <s> Three months, Bull. Three months tonight. Three months since the accident - and I'm no closer to going home than I was then. </s> <s> Aw, buck up. Have another 'tini.
labels: I'm sick of martinis. I'm sick of the waiting, and the carnival rides, and watching people's <u>nightmares</u>. And of course, I need not <u>add</u> -