Of unwanted rain, pricey Starbucks, scattered paper, double sided tapes, one too many cigarette breaks, red bull highs, random conversations, sudden breakdowns, craziness haunting us...
etc etc etc
And let's not forget... missing the last train, starvation, cheap 7/eleven buys, and Dinah being cashless. Sorry babe, had to mention your name. HAHA
Although tragic, I still had a good time. Still hungry and feeling like shit but nothing compares to how shitty I feel after letting myself into your thoughts. I don't think shitty is even the right adjective.
I do feel sorry for you.
Right now, I WISH YOU WELL.