1990, Des Moines, IA.

It was late at night, and you were hanging out with Mick at his house. The two of you were on his bed, with you laying down with your head in his lap. He listened to you talk, and you started rambling about one of your fixations. As you talked, you realized you had left some blanks, so you decided to just tell him everything.

You figured he stopped listening a while ago, but when you started to trail off, you looked up to find his attention fully on you.

"Go on..."