Sublime

of

Closer to fifty than twenty.

looking tired but ready to chew over old jokes and affirm historic character dynamics—he

I’m a balding, failed comedian with no savings who lodges with a seventy-eight-year-old tinned soup collector.

Where I can be in the company of my teenage self and he can remind me of something about hope and youth and what it is to know you have things ahead of you that are new.

“And the truth is, I was only ever going out to find someone to stay in with.”

‘Thirty-five is the youth of middle age,’

Every good night out hinges on discontent.