“Yeah, so I think I have a similar affliction.” Johnny chuckled knowingly. “You’re only figuring that out now?” “What can I say?” I sighed heavily. “I’m a slow learner.” “Nah, Gibs,” he mused. “You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.” “Clearly not,” I argued. “Considering she’s going out with someone else.” “Then do something about it,” Johnny urged. “Change the narrative.” “Change the what?” “Go get your girl, Gibs!”
