I won't lie. Sickness is kicking my ass in a major way. Has been since this weekend. Which is precisely why I did not drink Saturday night when I found myself with 20 international students who decided they would. It had to do with some kind of Swedish midsummer fertility festival, complete with phallic object (in this case, Mateusz, since there were no poles handy) and dancing. In the end, nothing short of drunken debauchery on the banks of the Kamogawa. But anyway. At some point I ran a friend to a conbini (read: convenience store) down the road.
"I wasn't going to drink tonight, but my mother called me. I just never expected my mom to say something nice to me, you know? My parents are getting a divorce. . . That's what my mom said. She said, 'You don't have to carry this burden. You're too young to carry this burden.' I was always between them, standing on either side of me saying, 'choose.' So for her to say that. It's sad but happy. It's this thing, and it's there."
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