"Tugs the heartstrings, surely. That bit about the car in the garden and saying sorry to the vines… It’s so The National that you can almost taste the liquor in the glass, see your eyes quietly watering in the bar room mirror, feel the black suit ruffling around your shoulders, smell your fears about not knowing enough about life, not being enough as a person, a professional, a lover, a friend, not saying enough to those you love… And just hoping than despite your doubts, you really are good and grounded and that you really would look taller."
"i had just gone in for a normal pee, but the way you pounded, and pounded, and pounded on the door screaming “out! i have diarrhea! out! for the love of god come out, its coming out of my butt, pleeeeease!!!” got me so turned on that i got an erection. then, because your kicking started splintering the door, i quickly yanked up my zipper and caught my penis up in the process. i’m sorry again for the screaming as you pushed me down and sat down with the door hanging off it’s hinges, but the look of sheer horror and embarrassment we shared in front of the staff and other patrons looking on before you ran out the back door and climbed over the fence has captured my heart. please describe what i was wearing so i know its you."
