Re: Max M/Laura D
Alright. Just let me know when you are. I'll be trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to manage to get in the shower in the meantime, and then I'll worry about how I'm going to manage to eat something, when I can't get groceries and there isn't anything to lean on near the stove. And once I'm done worrying about that, I'm going to worry about pants. Because pants are a serious pain in the ass, Daniels. And eventually, once I'm showered and dressed and eating a granola bar on the couch, I'll think about how I haven't seen my kid since Christmas, when I was in traction and so drugged up that I didn't even know what she was saying. And then I'll let myself think about the fact that I can't see her now, because it's too dangerous, and because she almost got killed the last time she came to Las Vegas.
In other words, we all have baggage. We all have shit. It's fine not to be perfect, and it's fine to have trouble dealing. Reed isn't going to give a crap, and his kids aren't going to give a crap, and his ex-wife is an ex. Having trouble getting a job and paying rent, that's just being American. Stop being so hard on yourself.