I walked into the eye and Mike Irwin made a bee line towards me. Christ, now what?
“Hey,” said Mike.
“Hey,” I said, and started towards the basement.
“Wait! Wait!” said Mike holding up his hands. “I know – look – look – I know what you’re thinking – what I said to you the other night – that was messed up – about being a kid and hanging out and everything. That was wrong. Way out of line.”
“It’s fine. No big deal.”
“Yeah. Yes it is. It is a big deal. It was stupid. Fucked-up. I mean, who am I? Who am I saying that kind of bullshit? Who the fuck do I think I am?”
“It’s really – it’s not – ”
“I’m an asshole. I mean it. And I’m sorry. I formally apologize. That’s what this is – a complete, formal apology.”
“That’s okay. Really.”
“Listen – you only go around once, y’know? You need all the friends you can get.”