- “I’m leaving town.”
- “There a queer ranch somewhere around here?
- “Army.”
- “Ah, right. You gotta be eighteen.”
- “Yeah, I figured a way around that.”
- “You serious? You’re signing up?”
- “Tomorrow morning.”
- “That’s a dumbass fucking move. How long?”
- “Four years. Minimum.”
(via brookedavis-scott)