a really weird and vivid memory I have as a Nathan Young fictionkin from the Misfits is me laying my head on Curtis’s lap while we’re sitting down on a bench on the roof with the others sitting in a circle with us, talking. We talk and I make a snarky joke, (probably defending myself in a joking manner), and the others just get up walk away, rolling their eyes. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember if I had something with Curtis or what
















