Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

At the same time, though, I was beginning to wonder if this was just how it was supposed to be for me, like perhaps I wasn't capable of having that many people in my life at any one time. My mom turned up, Nate walked away, one door opening as another clicked shut.

Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.

It's never long distance between friends.

Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.

Editing is hard but nowhere NEAR as tough as facing that blank page and blinking cursor each day. You're all alone and no one else can do it. At least with editing you have someone in the trench with you.