The Year Of The Metal YOLO
I had lost count of the instances when Sam’s eyes rolled back to their sockets, like he would find something, anything in there other than a dark, bottomless pit. And everytime he would roll his eyes, Clara would fumble with her phone like she had downloaded all the apps in the world and she needed to update each of them. Bottomline - I had agreed to the plan, but only because I feared for Sam’s eyes and Clara’s thumbs. I guess when you’re friends with someone, you start to care for their physical health, because heaven knows that you can only suggest the most potent drug for their neuroses and narcissism.