#brycnts

god, he’s easy. and boring. but if asked, he will give in depth analysis of the current match ups for any nhl team.  it’s easy, it’s like breathing. however, he is always happy to talk about the cold war for way too long. he has a lot of feelings about RFK, so what?

[ text ] in two and half minutes, you’re going to call me and tell me our beloved grandmother is dead and the funeral is in 20 minutes[ text ] don’t ask, just do

maybe if you met him ten years ago, the answer would have been different. but when adam is drunk, truly drunk, he is this solemn, quiet shadow in the background of where he is. his mind is always elsewhere, and he’s unfiltered, albeit in the wrong language at times. he’s different when he’s comfortably tipsy and with a group of people he enjoys. he’s just... loud, laughing and joining in with crude humor. when he and the station get together outside of work, it’s all sorts of loud chaos. it’s familiar.

In high school, my best friend’s name was Carly. She and I were almost the same person, despite the fact that she was slightly more easygoing than me. This, while sometimes being annoying, kept me from being too much of a debby-downer; and before you say I’m not, I am, because Carly always let me know when I was being one. That’s how you know she was a good friend. Anyway—she ended up getting in with the “wrong crowd”. I know that sounds stupid, but it’s the less forward way of saying she got into heavy drugs, and stopped talking to me much. We didn’t speak by the time we graduated, so I’m not really sure where she is, or what she’s up to. Just one of those things, I guess.

That or that I’m actually not some jerk or something? Because people make assumptions when you look like I do and I don’t actually fit them. Like at all.