"What's your name?" the guy sitting next to me waiting to go get radiation says, and since we're both in hospital gowns, a certain amount of familiarity is to be expected.
We exchange pleasantries: the weather, how long we've been waiting to go in, how they're kind of slow today, and then there's a lull.
"I kinda feel like we're meeting in prison or something. Like, 'What are you in for?' or something," I say.
One year ago today (one of my favorites): Our New Friend
Two years ago today: The Evening Commute - Two (Disappearer)
Three years ago today: True Story