Brooke:Yes. Yes, I am.
When I’m home alone, I place an order for Vietnamese noodles from Ding and Dine, then I return to the thread with Brooke.
Drew:Hey. Are you still up?
Brooke:I am. I’m reading a book. Almost done with it though.
Drew:Is it good?
Brooke:Terrific. It’s the new Axel Huxley.
Drew:He’s my cousin!
Brooke:For real?
Drew:I swear on my right arm. He lives in New York, and he’s scowly, and sarcastic, and funny as fuck.
Brooke:Talented too.
Drew:Well, yeah, that. I finished his newest a couple weeks ago. Good stuff! (Well, I listened to the audio. Does that count?)
Brooke:Why would it not count? Of course it counts.
Drew:Some people think that doesn’t count.
Brooke:Some people are jackasses.
Drew:True words.
Brooke:Are you home now?
Drew:Yup. Just ordered some food. I’m hungry. But I’m no good in the kitchen.
Brooke:I’ll teach you someday ?
I wish we were having that someday now—for the cooking, and the hardships, and the talking.
Since we keep talking for another hour.
12
HARSHING ON MUFFINS
Drew
On Wednesday night, I catch up with Patrick in Santa Monica for dinner. Maddox recommended a new Indian food truck for us to try, and since it’s in my neighborhood this week, I leave my condo and head out to meet Patrick.
But when I’m a block away from our meet-up, I spot Ruby’s Taco Truck before the Indian truck. My doubt-meter spikes once I spy Patrick chatting with the guy at the window.
Why do I think my buddy’s going to milk the wholetaco spankingsthing?
Oh, because he has.
The fucker has sent me several gifts in the last few weeks.
First, the day after the ultimate text trick, as he called it, he sent licorice to my home along with this text.Bought some licorice tonight, hottie. I’m practicing hitting myself with it. But they keep breaking. Got any tips?
Hit yourself harder, I’d replied.