Nate, I’m sorry you died. Bummer, you know? As a parting gift you get two questions before you go to heaven.
Cool, thanks god.
I’ll give you some time to thi—
I already know them: one, was I ever mentioned in a missed connection and two, was I ever in the same room as a gone wild girl?
Did I say something wrong? Was I supposed to start it with your honor or something?
No, that’s fine I guess. I want this to be casual. Most people ask if they lead a honorable life.
Nate, think big here. Eternal knowledge is at your disposal.
Yahp. One, missed connection. Two, r slash g w. So…?
Nate, I really think you are spoiling a fantastic opportunity. Most people don’t even get one question. I just felt so bad in how you died.
Sure it was embarrassing. But I’m dead so life stuff doesn’t bother me.
Most people fret.
Not me. Past is past man.
You don’t have to tell me.
Hah. Right. God and all.
I’ve been stalling for you, Nate. This is your only opportunity for a deal like this.
Oh— is this the only time we get talk?
No, I’m around. Casual, remember?
Okay, but my 2 q’s…?
Fine— One, yes. Two, no.
Fuck! For real?! I guess 50% ain’t bad.
Nope. Not bad.
Woulda been chill if they were both yes and a GW girl wrote a MC about me.
That’s asking for a lot.
God. A lot? Yeah right. A plague is a lot. Locusts is a lot. This seems reasonable.
Cool, well. I know you said casual but I for sure feel I have over stepped my boundaries.
Aaaaaand I don’t feel it’s getting better. So I am gonna jet?
See ya around.