might makes write
in which we meet marco, the most pretentious narrator this side of donna tartt
in which Ari does not finish their grad school applications
in which we meet both mickey and their neuroses
the newsletter designed for me to exert social pressure on myself
aka i went and saw the tall ships when they were in boston weeks ago and wrote a short story that's. kind of about that?
in which our hero lives with the aftermath
in which things go wrong (merry christmas, everybody!)
in which the gang does twelfth night and then some
in which plans coalesce
in which dolly remains the most beautiful woman in the world
in which performance is a hell of a drug, but drugs are also a hell of a drug
maybe the real horror was asking the friends we made along the way to read our writing
in which angus once again receives the short end of the stick
in which our hero lands a gig
in which 'soon' comes, and then marco also -- no, i shan't say
in which the people and the music both slap
