#*face*

leaving Damon to contemplate apologies, selfishness, aloneness, and need.

currently unsure if the bloke slurring his way through 'suspicious minds' is attempting to go for Elvis's signature drawl or has been on the cider himself... I cannot go down and join in the fun bc my old high school's caretaker is a massive Elvis impersonator and so all my ex-school teachers are currently down there cheering him on (I know this bc I recognise their cars, parked outside my house). Am going to need something stronger than cider, I fear...