NOVEMBER
NOVEMBER
Xander:
How do you hit fast forward on this thing?
Derek:
What thing?
Xander:
Time. Life. Everything. I’m getting impatient.
Derek:
You? Impatient?
Xander:
How is this month somehow slower than all the other months combined?
Derek:
Only eighteen days left!
Xander:
Only, he says. ONLY.
Derek:
Concentrate on that big commission of yours and it will fly.
Xander:
The asshole’s being really picky.
Derek:
He’s paying you a lot of money, he’s allowed to be.
Xander:
Do me a favor?
Derek:
Anything.
Xander:
Leave your sense of logic in Cambodia.
Derek:
No can do.
I got you a present today.
Xander:
Is it that you’re coming home early?
Derek:
Haha, no. But now my present feels like a letdown.
Xander:
It won’t. I promise. Eighteen days. Fuck, Derek. I get to see you in eighteen days.
Derek:
It almost doesn’ t feel real.
Xander:
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your welcome home. We had an agreement.
Derek:
Bug, it’s all I can fucking think about.