My very best.

"at all?" there's no judgment in her tone --- if anything, she's sorry she assumed. she really should know better. "my bad."

going to start referencing riley keough and odessa young as modern laura alts. thank you for your time.

syd @jupiter3 just told me odessa dressed up as laura for halloween once ... i am pretty good at this for someone who knows nothing that is going on in The Media i gotta say

i hate doing this. i hate that it's back to this yet again. it's 2023, and so far, everything that can go wrong for me has, and is. i have an infection under my arm that's extremely painful and preventing me from lifting, which is genuinely my entire job. so i've been out of work since tuesday at the doctor's requests, i have no sick time, and i don't think i'll be able to go back for the remainder of the week. they refuse to take my doctor's note, and my mother, who i already have problems with, is constantly reminding me that i have to make rent. i don't know what this means for the future of my job and i'm trying so hard not to lose it. if you could share this, or help, it would be greatly appreciated. k.o - fi is here, c.ashapp +  v.enmo  is $johnluckpickerd, & paypal is available by request. thank you for your time.

the work week is over, my arm is doing better, but i've officially missed 4 days of work that i won't get paid for and rent is due wednesday. every little bit and every share really helps. thank you. ❤️

"yes!" obviously. what kind of a question is – "of course. what kind of bird?"

"uh." she doesn't actually know: it's not a question she ever thought to ask. "like a parrot or something? 'cept black? name's waldo. like the fuckin' - you know, the puzzles." she didn't mean to say 'fuck' in church. "i didn't mean to say fuck in church. i should not have done that. anyway," laura pulls her sweater off her shoulder, turning toward better light. "it bit me."

"... was it a bird?"

"there was a bird involved. i got a scar from it. you wanna see?"

"– i'm not scared of birds."

"i kinda am. did i ever tell you how i got this cane?"

"i," he touches his chest with an open palm, "am not afraid of anything."

"you're shitting me. everybody's scared of something."

"but. they –" his nose wrinkles, and he holds that pose for a few seconds, awfully deep in thought. "why do they have wings? just to frighten?"

" --- are you afraid of birds or something?"

"angel's an angel." she's never thought about any of this before, and she has no real conviction on the matter. (at least, she didn't until two seconds ago.) "i mean, think about it, dan. they're not, like, flying around shooting people with arrows. they always just show up. and then they just disappear."