i knew to my heart this would reveal as post when oxy-jack only barely just registered as a drunk to me. christ, to recognise what seemed this completely new man as he reads initially australian. it’s to the point where it’s been just the most unnerving thing yet, if only to see what in these newly more extreme circumstances amount to a summation of routine little typical jack details. a little last note, i’m swear it to you i’m understanding—given he can’t help it but to carry himself in his l.a. manner, and i hardly could miss this being the first thing set off-island seen, seemingly after having played out the last note of little dollhospital performance absent father wrote before he died. i mean, the poor thing—but it’s although i’m all too conscious of jack’s usual means to be a sweetheart thing that i find his entire deal~ nothing less than cut clean out of your best american girl. so do you see how it gave me near uncanny valley to see body enact soul, felt oil and water to my melburnian impression. nice bit of itinerary in bring dad home to bury, take style notes. it’s cute being correct so instantly for a completely unrelated (insane) reason.