Really, all this time to your lonesome and allowing you to think more than act makes you regret a lot of things. The stench of your literal and metaphorical fuming leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that makes you remember a time not too long ago when you owned this joint along every name and face within it.
Which only serves to make you even more upset. Because you really aren’t one for emotional theatrics unless it’s from a DAMN good Broadway number.
What you wouldn’t give for a snazzy suit and a couple show tunes right about now.