I think... I think I’ve maybe been trying to tap into some stuff related to my dad. I don’t know, he died when I was about twelve years old. I didn’t fully understand it, but I never fully processed it. I guess there’s just part of me that thinks if I can put it into music, maybe the music will help it to make sense. (A moment of realization) Holy crap, I didn’t realize any of that until I said it out loud. Sorry, I’m sure that sounds ridiculous.

Yeah, uhm... do you wanna maybe come back to my apartment for a bit? We can have a drink, shoot the shit. (Noticing MOIRA’s inquisitive and somewhat playfully accusatory look) No—- I didn’t mean, like—- I know that tends to be a problematic question for a first date, but I really just wanna keep talking and hanging out.

(Drunkenly) Crappy—- crappy, stupid piece of music... (starting to cry) it’s not gonna bring dad back, he wouldn’t even be proud of it.