*reaches out and takes your hand and doesn’t let go for a minute*
Look at me. Look at me. Hey. Good, thank you. While I’ve got your attention –
*hands you a jar of cold water and watches you doggedly until you have managed to drink some of it*
Okay.
Big breath in. Hold. Release.
In 39 years I would like for us to be sitting on a front porch together somewhere reminiscing about the way US politics were back in the 20’s. Do you remember that year? God, that was shitty. Remember how none of us could sleep because we were wondering if the good guys were going to win, and we thought – is there even such a thing as good guys and bad guys, and it got really philosophical for a hot minute there. Do you remember how we sent that punk of ours off to Brooklyn on an overnight bus because she cared enough to vote in her hometown. In 39 years I’ll be reminiscing about what politics were like back in the 20s and I would be honored if you would still like be there to do that with me. Please. That would mean a lot to me. Okay?
Okay.