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It’s going to be another one of those nights. The kind where I feel like the cameraman for a documentary on my best friend’s life.
Being the cameraman for your best friend has its perks, even I can admit. It’s like getting drunk, but without all of the pesky consequences.
“I don’t know if I want to say it,” he admits. “If I say it, it might become true even if it isn’t. It’s like a self-fulfilling prophesy.”
“Dean, this isn’t time for jokes. You’ve just invited some sopping-wet leather daddy into our house who we don’t know.”
“When you’re a professional actor,” Quincy continues on, “you’re also a professional liar. And if we cannot get our lies to convince someone right in front of us, why bother with an audience full of people?”
“Fuck no, I don’t. Life is about scaring the shit out of ourselves.
You’ve got to push yourself to do scary things. How else do you grow as a person? How else do you go out and see the world? Make friends? Or tell your best friend that you’re secretly madly fucking in love with him?”
