had my first oyster. i blame my first oyster for everything i did after. my thrill-seeking, my hideous screw ups in pursuit of pleasure. i bridled bitterly at the smothering chokehold of love and normalcy in my house. call it a character flaw, of which drugs for a simple m manifestation. outstanding corporal. pet lent view of my bourgeois parents who committed the unpardonable sin of loving me. i m really glad we had a chance to do this. me too, yeah. okay. call. yeah, let s shoot another one, yeah. take two. two years ago frequent flier miles meant nothing to me. today miles earned are the pathetic milestones. take turn. we would write the voiceover in the beginning, like we need context for what we are seeing, some summary of the scene. later on another swing