[it is taking everything Dave has in him to not laugh at the hootin' nannies. because he does, in fact, know one. and, it's not really working; he raises the shades with the back of his hand to palm at his eyes, then just sort of holds his hand over his mouth in that way someone does when they're stifling their laughter.]

[you win this round, Sakamoto.]

They're hooting and competitive knitting, obviously. Makin' stuffed radishes for you to win in a round of DDR, or whatever.

Anyway, there's a record shop back in Houston that I really always liked. There's always my planet, too, if you're a fan of endless miles of lava, gears, and those crocodiles I mentioned earlier.

[maybe ... not the whole of his apartment, if they were to hypothetically visit, but just his room. that's safe, right? even if he'd sort of had a nervous breakdown last time he was in there, it's still very much a reflection of who he is. or who he always sort of wanted to be.]

[plus, the toilet that's still sitting there would be amusingly relevant. Dave would say that's just where he gets all his great ideas.]

I'd really want you to meet my friends, too, though. I keep getting the feeling that y'all would like each other.