What a whirlwind. We sit catercorner to each other, each with our respective laptops and our bonechilling silence cutting the air like a razor sharp knife. We both have our opinions on the world and we both just want some fucking recognition. Dominating the airwaves, sweeping our histories into new story lines in hopes of grabbing the audience's attention. Coming away with a sort of nonchalant victorious undertone. Drinking Pabst, the hipster jungle juice. Maybe we'll take a break and dwindle into our present. Maybe we'll jab some sarcasm into the equation. When you are on a hiatus from your peers you start to question your integrity, even for a millisecond.