Jul 8, 2026 · 35 min · 10 segments
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Ideally, I would give you more context about all the things that have happened with Kate up to this point, but it'll have to wait.
It's too hot right now.
The day was written off the moment it began.
The hangover, in cahoots with this damned heat wave, put a can of Coke Zero in my hand and escorted me to the living room couch.
Aside, of course, from all of yesterday's numerous drinks and only when I drink cigarettes and any powdery substances arranged in lines for purely aesthetic purposes that may or may not have been hoovered up entirely accidentally and in a frankly disappointing display of nasal curiosity.
That's all alleged, obviously.
It's too hot to give a care.
How hot? You know that guy who goes, it's the humidity that gets you.
In this kind of heat, he's liable to be found as the wheezing centerpiece of a ren fair evacuation.
Careful.
Don't get the wrong idea.
I'm no party animal.
At the age of 20, going into my second year of college, you would not be crazy to think that, but you'd be wrong.
I'd honestly never have stayed inside, windows open, fan on, maybe have a beer.
By no means am I old, of course, but it does feel, especially on hangover mornings like this, that my drinking days would be better left behind.
Yesterday was a special occasion.
A friend of mine had a birthday a couple days ago, and another musician friend landed a spot on tour with a pretty big band.
Ideally, I would give you more context about all the things that have happened with Kate up to this point, but it'll have to wait.
It's too hot right now.
The day was written off the moment it began.
The hangover, in cahoots with this damned heat wave, put a can of Coke Zero in my hand and escorted me to the living room couch.
Aside, of course, from all of yesterday's numerous drinks and only when I drink cigarettes and any powdery substances arranged in lines for purely aesthetic purposes that may or may not have been hoovered up entirely accidentally and in a frankly disappointing display of nasal curiosity.
That's all alleged, obviously.
It's too hot to give a care.
How hot? You know that guy who goes, it's the humidity that gets you.
In this kind of heat, he's liable to be found as the wheezing centerpiece of a ren fair evacuation.
Careful.
Don't get the wrong idea.
I'm no party animal.
At the age of 20, going into my second year of college, you would not be crazy to think that, but you'd be wrong.
I'd honestly never have stayed inside, windows open, fan on, maybe have a beer.
By no means am I old, of course, but it does feel, especially on hangover mornings like this, that my drinking days would be better left behind.
Yesterday was a special occasion.
A friend of mine had a birthday a couple days ago, and another musician friend landed a spot on tour with a pretty big band.
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