“On the topic of school, how is the paper you’re supposed to be writing? Wait, don’t tell me–you magically finished it while simultaneously talking on the phone, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, and bringing peace to the Middle East.”
"The secret,” Nate says, hating the stack of books waiting on the edge of his desk, “was locking everyone in a room with no weapons and Ray Person. No, I haven’t done any work on my paper. And you know that, you ass. You can hear the sounds of typing from fifty yards off. The end of my vacation is going to suck.”
“I’ll be sure to think of you and your terrible trials of sitting and writing indoors while I’m leading a three day survival class. Yes, Private, it is cold out here and we’re skinning squirrels, but think of Nate, he has written work.”
-Dark Winters Wear You Down, by storyofapainter.