This is the part of the story where Nate has hit Rock Bottom. Accordingly, this is my favorite section of this — and almost any other — story. Rock Bottom is where you get your best wallowing done, your best cheap jokes, your best friends attempting you murder you even as they reach for their inhalers, etc. It’s also great because when pushed to the brink, this is where your characters start getting desperate and a little crazily creative, and it’s where entropy can step in and make everything that much more complicated and wonderful.
Nate is a long-term planner who wears blinders even as he’s looking five years into the future, so it was relentless good fun to watch every single one of his (unilaterally made) plans double back and bite him in the backside. In the fantasyland of my imagination, I like to think of his college experience as one that probably deserves its own MTV show.
Also! It bears saying: I’m sorry for being absent for so long! After almost two months in flux, I’m finally inside an apartment where I hold the lease, have a couch, and have more or less successfully relocated from one side of the Atlantic ocean to the other, so fingers crossed, I’ll be around a lot, lot more.