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Day 234 - Wednesday, August 12th
Sep. 17th, 2022 11:28 am[Lubbock Preston Smith International Airport is a famous site, located in Lubbock County, in a city called Lubbock. Lubbock is decidedly not a region renowned for creativity in names. In August, it's extremely hot, even if the city is more on the northern side of Texas, if one had to declare north or south within the state. It's a large and major city, with a lot of activity, a lot of traffic, and a lot going on in general.
As for Max, by now Ash has probably received his package. It's a shame, not being able to see his face. He couldn't wrap them, not with the way they were sent, but he did have a hand at paper folding. Ash had called him selfish, and he was probably right. It was one of Jessica's favorite insults, too. With her, he wrote it off as projection. With Ash, there's no grounds to claim that. In the parables about how a person can't save both the spider and the butterfly, Ash is someone who might just die for a literal butterfly. So he'll just have to take that label. If he can't keep himself from trying to send him gifts, he'll at least try to give him what he said he wanted: a sign he was recovering. Two crappy cats folded with his injured hand better be worth the embarrassment: if Ash thinks he's that clumsy with his uninjured right hand, then it means not only did he move on to a better bedmate, he's started to retroactively remember Max as worse. If Ash doesn't think that thought crossed his mind when he sent out the box, doesn't think Max would honestly rather stab himself in his good hand rather than deal with that thought, then he's too dumb for college after all. Oh, he might pass the classes, but the part he's actually there for...
Well, in a few years, when Ash makes it big again (he can't imagine the kid staying out of the news), he'll find out how it all went for him. This time he'll be in his reader's shoes, taking whatever story the writers see fit to sculpt. He's no longer in a position to shape his life, much less to relay it to anyone if he were of a mind to.]
As for Max, by now Ash has probably received his package. It's a shame, not being able to see his face. He couldn't wrap them, not with the way they were sent, but he did have a hand at paper folding. Ash had called him selfish, and he was probably right. It was one of Jessica's favorite insults, too. With her, he wrote it off as projection. With Ash, there's no grounds to claim that. In the parables about how a person can't save both the spider and the butterfly, Ash is someone who might just die for a literal butterfly. So he'll just have to take that label. If he can't keep himself from trying to send him gifts, he'll at least try to give him what he said he wanted: a sign he was recovering. Two crappy cats folded with his injured hand better be worth the embarrassment: if Ash thinks he's that clumsy with his uninjured right hand, then it means not only did he move on to a better bedmate, he's started to retroactively remember Max as worse. If Ash doesn't think that thought crossed his mind when he sent out the box, doesn't think Max would honestly rather stab himself in his good hand rather than deal with that thought, then he's too dumb for college after all. Oh, he might pass the classes, but the part he's actually there for...
Well, in a few years, when Ash makes it big again (he can't imagine the kid staying out of the news), he'll find out how it all went for him. This time he'll be in his reader's shoes, taking whatever story the writers see fit to sculpt. He's no longer in a position to shape his life, much less to relay it to anyone if he were of a mind to.]
