There is two different worlds swirling about me now.
Michael Hicks is trying to describe his. And Four girls are trying to live in theirs and I am caught on the outside.
Girl shit.
Mike Hicks falling on some girls bed.
(Oh yeah we are in her room)
Girls deciding to order food.
Michael crushing his confidence building shades.
When I see the two try to communicate, there is a silent break that can be sensed in the same fashion as a snapped dry wood feels when two hands want to feel strong.
Idle chit-chat, and enabling ("Do you fancy another drank, Michael?") are bouncing off the walls.
What have we (AKA me) done to deserve this?
Oh and Usher is on the Speakers...think of that what you will.
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