"You used to feed everybody with your stream."
"My drafts are not automatically saved."
The pink crown is on my head. Catfish is on the television. The typewriter is unlimbering.
"Are you scared to go so deep again? What if they ban you forever? Did you say Catfish is on the television? What if you were on Catfish?"
"I'm not pretending to be anybody I'm not."
"You say you are the naive hero, but when I needed you most you were nowhere to be found!"
I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Look, I've been working on some things, through some things. I've had the whole country around my tire treads..."
"Are you going to tell us about your trip? You don't always have to be so cryptic. Do you expect us to be super-fans? Why do you hate us so much!?"
"I don't hate you... I'm just..."
I put my hand on my forehead and my elbow on the counter top.
"I don't know..."
He puts his hand on my shoulder. He is looking in the mirror.