For two nights, I have struggled to write a scene. This shit never happens, which is why it’s so frustrating.
I enlisted the aid of Booker’s tonight in an effort to nuclear-bomb-detonate any reservations I held onto about being the asshole I need to be in order to get this down right.
And still it came slow, like sap from a tree.
Nearly through it, thank Zeus. But it ain’t over yet.