There are enough bad influences.

[ the remark comes out stern and steady. His face is the picture perfect image of a hardass that might scold you for arranging the napkins wrong at the dinner table.]

What I need are people I can count on. We don’t need to be friends.

Excuses to goof off seem to come readily supplied, while reliability is not. Sometimes it seems like I’m the only one handling all of our work with the gravity it deserves.