Thinks about Simon. Finds a liquor store... and drinks it.

May be wandering the city drunk off his ass.

Knows he can't go home this drunk. Crashes at the VA center.

Has to squint really hard and read out loud before replying Marcus. VA clinic on 49th. I may have ran into Jack Daniels.

Text Marcus. Naw cracker its cool. I'm cool.

Text Marcus. GO SEE SIMON OR KATIE OR CEL I NEED TO SHOWER I SMELL OF BOOZE AND HOOKER

Yells fuck very loudly and throws phone. Crawls to text Marcus. I hate you.

Rather sullenly staggers to Marcus.. "Right here, white boy."

DESPERATELY HOPES THAT DISTANCE WILL MAKE HIM LESS CONFUSED ABOUT MARCUS.

//I AM IN PAIN.

//ITS YOUR FAULT x.com/ConflictCruelt…

//YOU CREATED THESE LOSERS. x.com/ConflictCruelt…

-@punzfitzherbert

@punzfitzherbert // I DON'T HAVE AN OFF SWITCH FOR ANGST.

I AM DOING UGLY SOBBING HOW DARE x.com/ConflictCruelt…

THE FACT YOU FOLLOW CARCUS MAKES ME HAPPY x.com/MercilessArcan…

Dresses in head to toe red, white and blue.

"Laugh it up Frasier. Tonight you're going be screaming the Star Spangled Banner."

Wiggles his eyebrows at Katie.

Steals Marcus' sweater. You know, the lavender one.