“I can’t define myself through irony and self deprecation. I can’t deny myself being alive through my alienation.” - Say Anything, “Mara and Me” Austin looks out at the parking lot of the diner, and turns away within seconds, blinking away the light of the sun. The window is, luckily, on his bad side, the glare glancing off his eyepatch as he looks down at his menu. He turns one plastic covered page, then another, pretending to read them as though he doesn’t already know what he wants.
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“I can’t define myself through irony and self deprecation. I can’t deny myself being alive through my alienation.” - Say Anything, “Mara and Me” Austin looks out at the parking lot of the diner, and turns away within seconds, blinking away the light of the sun. The window is, luckily, on his bad side, the glare glancing off his eyepatch as he looks down at his menu. He turns one plastic covered page, then another, pretending to read them as though he doesn’t already know what he wants.