Silence takes over and I can't think of anything to say. I mean, saying something like Hey, so you're a criminal, eh? That's cool wouldn't blow over well and nothing else comes to mind. Sighing, I eat and drink as if I'm alone, not ignoring her but not speaking.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
