Okay, well it wasn’t “meeting someone” but it was a weirdly similar Internet-age variant of same. She’s OK. I’ll be checking on her in the middle of the night though. There is a certain class of greedy, stunted, asinine, entitled, greasy piece of shit little shit stain boys on the Internet that I’d really love to just slam my fists into their faces over and over until my knuckles are bloody and their rotten little sneering sugarcoated teeth are broken and scattered on the floor. There’s got to be a better way. (2016)