Call me eccentric.
because, well, it's all his fault.
That's why I sort of wished he was there, riding up and down the strip with us, watching us giggle our asses off at what we hope is the same joke, but can't be sure, but that's okay because, fuck it, at least we're laughing.
It's his fault.
And I'm pretty sure he knows that. But I just want to be ... *sure* somehow.
I won't be.
But it's good to want.
SO I did something weird and very... off from what most people would expect.
Just seemed sort of correct.
Or maybe I'm just high, eh? eh?