7-28-23 (The Day The Gays Stole My Sanity)

he’s so clingy I can’t

I was then shot 57 times.

A sleep deprived exhausted med student aaron would very randomly call andrew to shit on jeremy knox after watching an espn segment from the hospital waiting room, and watching people gush about him.

aaron, calling his brother for the first time in 4 months, from the hospital parking lot at 5 am on a wednesday: “i don’t care about jeremy knox, he is a average player at best, he is not interesting and im pretty sure he is not hot, even for gay standards.”

andrew, who was already awake bc neil had just begged for a kiss before going on his morning run at crack of dawn: “he is also very annoying, even by gay standards.”

aaron, feeling vindicated: “I KNEW IT.” end of the call.

2 week later:

andrew, after getting mildly injured at a game and having to stay in bed recovering for a few days, doing nothing but scrolling social media: “eric posts too many racy pictures of nicky on instagram and i can’t take it anymore he needs to die.”

aaron, doing a weird shift in the maternity ward where he has to interact with babies so they don’t become psychos or whatever: “GOD, I’VE BEEN SAYING THIS TO KATELYN FOR FOREVER! we should kill him.”

andrew: “christmas in germany this year.”