It was fucking precious. Like, exactly what I needed after braving the onslaught of AIDSFIC all fucking night. Which I still haven't finished yet. But just. TINY, TINY FRANK. AND HIS TINY, TINY CRAZY. And Bob's enormous and constant near-death experiential state. JUST WHAT. OH, HONEY. I'll never forget his whole thing with the burning float and his leg catching fire and like, what was it- staff infection? Geezus.

I have such a weird relationship with shameless angst fics like that one. Like, on the one hand I loathe it on principle, and yet I sort of enjoy the hedonistic self indulgence of it in like, a exhibitive sense. All of this boils down to it making me vaguely uncomfortable in a way not entirely unenjoyable. I need to stop thinking.