The Great American Whatever
““Like I said,” my therapist goes, adjusting her laptop screen and giving me a nostril view that one could describe as “vivid.” “We can use your remaining time however you’d like, Quinn.”
We’re thirty minutes into our regular forty-five-minute Skype session, but we’re really just three minutes into it; see, it wasn’t till Geoff and I had taken seats in the almost sadistically powerful air-conditioning of his Corolla and each had a foot-long hoagie (I waited for his lunch break) that I even reali...zed I was missing the only Thursday therapy session I’ve ever actually wanted to have.
You’ve never seen a guy pedal home so fast. Sparks flew from my wheels, at least in my mind.
“I’ve just got a ton to figure out today,” I say, still willing my heart to slow down.
“Start from the beginning, then.”
I can barely concentrate, though, because hovering just above my laptop screen is Amir’s handwriting on the slip of Celebrity paper.
Incoming boner.
“I met a guy,”MoreLess
We’re thirty minutes into our regular forty-five-minute Skype session, but we’re really just three minutes into it; see, it wasn’t till Geoff and I had taken seats in the almost sadistically powerful air-conditioning of his Corolla and each had a foot-long hoagie (I waited for his lunch break) that I even reali...zed I was missing the only Thursday therapy session I’ve ever actually wanted to have.
You’ve never seen a guy pedal home so fast. Sparks flew from my wheels, at least in my mind.
“I’ve just got a ton to figure out today,” I say, still willing my heart to slow down.
“Start from the beginning, then.”
I can barely concentrate, though, because hovering just above my laptop screen is Amir’s handwriting on the slip of Celebrity paper.
Incoming boner.
“I met a guy,”MoreLess
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