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Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

If a hiker gets lost in the mountains, people will coordinate a search. If a train crashes, people will line up to give blood. If an earthquake levels a city, people all over the world will send emergency supplies. This is so fundamentally human that it's found in every culture without exception. Yes, there are assholes who just don't care, but they're massively outnumbered by the people who do. (Andy Weir, The Martian)

He buys an old film camera and turns his bedroom into a dark room, developing pictures of the team at the bar and Chase fast asleep in his livingroom.

He buys a new toned sketchbook and some graphite and starts filling it with drawings of beef with his tongue hanging out.

He buys some soft wood and some tools and whittles dice for Bruno's DnD campaigns and small figurines for Mandy to keep on her desk.

He actually starts cooking again. Making kimchi in big batches with gloves reaching up to his shoulders and handing out jars to anyone at the office who will take one.

And he's happy.

Not because I’m lazy or unworthy or anything like that…

…but because one of my distant uncles was among the eight survivors of the Essex, the ship that inspired the ending of Moby Dick and sank after being rammed by a whale, and what do I fuckin do after my bloodline has this Ordeal at Sea?

Stay up late thinking about the character

Be haunted by the memory of the character

Wonder if you'll ever finish that fic you started (x 20)

Reread your old fic and ask if you'll ever write anything again

Be tormented by visions of a made-up guy (gn)