“The notion that adulthood is this place Harry and I were moving toward, and right now we’re collecting baggage, suitcases stuffed with stress and sadness, but we actually need those because what’s inside will furnish our new homes over in Adultland. And as soon as we get there, we’ll start collecting more so that when we die, the coroner’ll say it was anal cancer or heart failure, but really it was the weight of all we’d been carrying.”
