Today has been beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. It felt like I was in Florida, not fifteen miles out of London. Anywho, I scribbled something down in my lunch hour in the sunshine, and I guess I'm easily influenced?
'Man, I love this.'
'What?'
'The open road, cloudless sky, sunny day. Don't you feel good?'
'I guess.'
'It's one of those days where you struggle to believe that bad things can exist, you know?'
'I guess.'
'Come on, Dean, you must be the only person on the planet to have reverse SAD.'
'It's not that, it's just … we're back in California. Of course it's sunny.'
'And it doesn't make you feel good? Almost invincible?'
'Clawing my way out of hell and purgatory, that makes me feel invincible.'
'Dean.'
'Fine, Sammy, yes. I feel good. This feels like anti-evil-crap weather. Happy?'
'Ecstatic.'