Page 34 of Desperate Haste

We’ve had this standing meeting for over a year now, how could you just forget about it? Are you actually an absolute fuckwad?

Kolbi:

Dude…

Hank:

Conrad…

HAHAHAHAH Conrad you need to chill, I’m just fucking with you dude, I have no plans and the bar is closing early that day for the holiday so I can hangout beforehand too if anyone wants to.

Lest we forget Connie, my dad *hates me*.

I send the message and know it will get a reaction out of my friends. They never like when I talk like this and are always polite about trying to tell me my thoughts aren’t true.

Kolbi:

Your dad doesn’t hate you brother, he just doesn’t get you.

Connie:

Ulcers. You give me ulcers Malcolm.

Hank:

I mean, at least your dad didn’t leave you with permanent scars on your back like mine did.

But which is worse? Physical scars or mental ones?

Hank:

This is a fair argument to make. At least I can lie and say I survived a tiger attack if someone ever asks me about mine.

See, I don’t have such luxury.

Kolbi:

I wish you two wouldn’t talk like this. You both need therapy.

Connie:

I think I win in all of this seeing as how I’m part of the dead family club.

Yeah Connie, you do win.

Hank:

You can’t play that card forever though. Eventually it does expire.

Connie:

Yeah, when I expire from this earth it does.

Kolbi:

Therapy. You ALL need therapy.

I’ll go when Conrad and Hank go.

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