WHEN SHE FINALLY GOES HOME, BRIDE DOESN’T LET ME drive her but instead calls a guy who she says owns a tattoo shop on the boardwalk. He must be a zombie subordinate from Bride’s zombie compound judging by the level of his barely open-eyed indifference to anything around him, including Bride. I wonder if they’re lovers, but Bride ignores him too.
I nap the entire day away as if sleeping off a hangover.
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Humans are unpredictable. I’m unpredictable – especially to myself lately. It’s not that my personality has changed. Personality is not supposed to be fluid. It has relatively fixed enduring features, enduring traits, traits such as neuroticism or extraversion. What has changed is my preference, which I thought would stay unchangeable, like my personality. And with my preference, my mi
