A conversation with Alan, shortly after he’d been introduced to a group of my friends.
Me: [Okay, I don’t remember exactly what I did to set him off, but whatever it was, it seemed perfectly logical at the time; like, I washed dishes with shower gel or something.]
Me: “What? They’re clean.”
Alan: ” You… are… a… MANCHILD. You and Dean and Douglas and Kirk and Ron and Sam. You’re all MANCHILDREN.”
I’m honestly a little afraid that he’ll find out how immature we all used to be. I feel like he wouldn’t be impressed with our collective emotional growth.