bug graves

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

Their one friend who's always wearing a denim vest with no shirt and suddenly has a horse following him around at all times has a weird vendetta against you for seemingly no reason

They've given you two antique Rolexes.

you are not allowed to cry. their hot, french friend points out that you need to wear a tie. at one point, they ask you to spend several hours driving multiple buses to an empty lot. you will never not be wearing a tie ever again.

you drink blood straight from one of their hands and it gets you so high you punch through a brick wall. immediately after this, they have you escort patty babcock (21 year old college student they have been obsessed with for months and ordered two food trucks for) to them for a meeting. when they dismiss you, you’re still so high that you jump thirty feet straight on the air and sprint out a window.

LaVonte giving up his humanity and mortality and chance to see sunlight to build something with someone who had the same jaded, all-consuming intensity that he did just for that person, a hundred years older, to finally come to peace and absolve himself of whatever chip on his shoulder made them so alike, leaving him to face eternity alone. Meanwhile LaVonte, being younger and the chip on his shoulder being entirely more present and relevant as black man from the eighties, has not reached a place in his eternal life yet where he will feel like he doesn’t have anything left to prove to anyone, leaving him to keep fighting through infinity without the one person that he stepped into it with.