Now *that* was bad sex. Wow, really bad, without even a kiss and make up and -- augh! Menthol in the ass. Jeeze.

Even more brilliant was Rodney's room: you leave us with the lingering awareness that John was going to wake up in a kid's room, with every bit of evidence that Rodney was only 14 years old. Or at least very, very immature, but my sadistic mind has some school immunization paperwork on the dresser with his age, just medical enough to make John glance at it. Oh, the squirmy hungover guilt. And then John runs.

I'm impressed.

Icarus