I received the comment of the year from a friend I haven’t hung out with in years:
That’s exactly what I was thinking about when I wrote this, man. That’s exactly what I was thinking about.
Dear Bao,
One day I’m going to write a story, and the characters are going to be something like:
The freshman.
The gardener.
The pharmacist.
The gamer.
The mexican.
The theif.
The gay guy.
The dancer.
The bitch.
… and all the other assorted characters that come with it.
Like “Horse Girl” and all the assorted sluts that come
along for the ride.
Love,
Kim.
Kim.
