Besides, finals are what all the cool kids do these days. They’re quite hip.

I’m bringing everyone I know and we’ll make a night of it, and you and I may be drinking together soon enough!

Lastly: I’m voting for “on the muses.”

As I can’t make it, you’ll have to get a recording…!

Kristan: Dunno if I’ve got anyone with equipment for it. Maybe the joint itself or Splinter will.

Clowncar: Fuck, you’re right. I’ll see what I can do.

Noel: I’ve only known two or three other Erics in my day. I wonder how you’ve come to know so many. The librarian I think wanted to waive the fee, but it was a reserve, so she told me to write a letter of appeal. Which I did. Haven’t gotten a response yet.

Second: I refer to you as Cowboy, or as your last name because, well. There are way too many Erics in the world. At least in my social social. There’s: Cowboy, Atheist, Romero, Lawyer, and the “not-quite-a-human-because-he’s-an-immature-twat.” That one, I refer to as Eric.
He doesn’t even get a nickname.

Finally: If you return the book (if it’s the school library) and charm the librarian, most of the time, they’ll waive the fee.

Good to see you’re still kickin’ around.

The real trick is to have your name used as an adverb. As in, he ran shonkly away from the flames.

I believe your reading is on the night of one of my finals. Too bad, as I would have gone otherwise.