the prodigal son

You don't look fine.

Will what stop?

How's things with you?

Yeah. Tell me about it. Makes me want to set the internet on fire.

Please do. I won't stop you. You'll be doing us all a favour. 

Yeah, I mean I guess so. My mom wrote a status about how nice it was to be back in Jersey City so I’m going to assume so.

A status? Social media has never been the same since our parents joined it.

You're lucky it was just me and not somebody else. You okay?

I want to come. If I didn't, I would have said so.

Do I look drunk to you? [Sighs] Hi. Is that better?

Did your parents make it home safe?

Yeah, that shit is rough. But hey, once you rediscover the finer things in life, like being able to lie around in your sweats looking gross with food all over you, you just get over it.

I don't think I'll ever get to that point in my life. That sounds horrendous. 

Sorry. I haven't been myself lately. Let me just grab my phone.

Eh, I guess I can accept that. Only because I love you tho. 

If it makes you feel any better, getting drunk didn't do me any good. I still woke up in the morning and felt the same as I did since the morning I found out she left.