Eat that, motherfucker. The press loved it. They couldn’t get enough of the blink boys bashing each other. And all three of us obliged. Looking back, I don’t know which was worse, keeping quiet like we did the first time Tom quit, or going to war like we did the second time. They both sucked. But at least this time, instead of being hurt and lost, I felt strong. Emboldened. I’d been through this before and survived. I could do it again. Let’s keep going.
