Dres, 12/14/15
Today I broke my time on the butterfly. Placed first and my teammates took me out to this bar that doesn't card. I got classy wasted because they all remembered IN VIVID DETAIL the night we shall not mention. Classy wasted, in case you were wondering, is two vodka sodas, with a lemon drop shot before, and a lemon drop after. No more, no less.
Joshua was super proud of my newfound tolerance. You remember Joshua, right? He's a senior now and the swim captain. I puked in his Sperry's, if you recall.
When I got home, late af, like maybe 3ish? Mom woke up and I expected her to be pissed. Cause you know underage drinking and whatnot. But she was like, "There's ginger ale in the fridge" and "Keep some water and a trashcan by your bed." To say I was shocked. Evidently, California Cas can get away with a hell of a lot more than Aurora Cas.
Funny thing, drunk orgasms feel gravity-defying. Thought I'd share that. Thinking about you. (Was thinking about you then, too) (Sorry if that's not what you want to hear) (er, read)
Always,
Cas
Dres, 04/09/16
I've convinced mom to let me foster a dog. We can't adopt or shop because this isn't a permanent thing. Like on one end mom's like whatever, this isn't my house go ahead and get a dog. But then she's like, well what's the plan in four years? Cause I'm not getting saddled with a dog you buy. I told her I have no freaking clue what the plan is in four years I don't even have a plan for the next four days.
So we're fostering. His name is Fester (YES LIKE UNCLE FESTER FROM ADAM'S FAMILY!!!) and he's a four year old Australian Shepherd. He's BEAUTIFUL. Like obviously he doesn't really compete or compare to my loves C&D. He's super docile tho and we go on walks on the beach and then he just sits so freaking patiently when I go in the water. He's my best friend. I'm including a photo of us because he is just so dang smashing and everyone must see it and since you're not on socials you get a hard copy that I went to Staples to print.
I hope that makes you feel special.
Always,
Cas
AH FESTER LICKED THE ENVELOPE FOR ME HOW STINKIN CUTE
Dres, 05/03/18
Today I got to thinking. The way I so often do. What if there are all these parallel universes, but they're all basically the same thing except variant? Like which is to say there's ONE difference. Like all these universes are occurring at the same time, like I'm sitting on the grass in my quad in a bajillion different parallel universes. Except in one I'm wearing red, instead of white. Or I'm drinking kombucha instead of Dr. Pepper, or I'm writing with a blue pen, or it's raining and not sunny (fAT CHANCE IT LITERALLY NEVER RAINS HERE I MISS WEATHER PATTERNS)
My point is what if there's a bunch of universes and they're all basically the same except not. And so there's one universe where you didn't leave, where you didn't re-enlist and in that universe we're still together. But I still came here for school. Like maybe, no definitely, there's a universe where I stayed but lets focus on the one where you didn't reenlist and we're not over but I'm still in LA. And Friday nights we have FaceTime movie dates. This Friday we're watching The Big Sick because I won (maybe we FaceTimed drew straws) (nO wait we FaceTimed rock paper scissored) so yeah I won. You wanted to watch Split. But it's Big Sick and we do this every Friday. And sometimes you're like "why don't you go out and have a life?" Being that I'm nineteen, having a life entails frat parties which are just not fun. I say, "Dres" in that voice that's like are you KIDDING me? What a PREPOSTEROUS idea. "THIS is having a life. This is the life I choose."
YOU ARE READING
Always Cas | ✔
General FictionDresden Gibson never left. But that's not the story he's telling. [sequel to The Art of Moving On] It's five years later, and though time has a way of making all pain feel less prominent, the pain that sits right under Dres's ribcage, the one tied...
