Text to Montague: You're working, it's no big. Really. Text to Montague: Yeah a moon is coming soon. Text to Montague: I know you leave my name, though I don't know why. The likelihood of getting me into a crowded, smelly dive bar for a show (no offense) for anything other than really good dick is... zero. Text to Montague: And I mean, whatever. Albie has been... weird lately. I don't know what I did. He's just been... he doesn't stay over anymore, he doesn't get in touch as much... Just weird. Text to Montague: As if I didn't already have abandonment issues, right?