Curled Up In A Ball I Give Up
The day went on, but not as usual. Instead of thinking about how much of a fuck up I was, I thought about the guy at the end of the counter. Instead of hating everyone around me, I laughed at how idiotic and stupid they look from the coffee shop window.
When the morning rush was over, I walked over to where Gerard was and rested my arms on the counter. Gerard looked up from his drawing and gave me a lop sided smile. "You've survived another attack of the black ties."
I laughed. "Barely."
Gerard closed his sketch book and rested his arms on it.