AW, HE LOVES ME

The Steady loves me. I was certain about this when he woke up this morning, opened his dresser drawer and pulled out one knee length soccer sock and helped me wrap it around my head in order to keep the piercing light out of my bloodshot eyes. What a nice boy. Then he crept into the basement, yakked up the toast I made for breakfast, and came back to bed.

Hangovers are so much better when you share them with someone.