The rest of the morning progressed about as well. I sat in my friends' bed and ate ice cream as they argued around me. I watched the television and picked out the bits of cookie dough, to save them for last.
"I feel good," she said, smiling. "I feel strong. People who need other people are fucking weak."
I nodded to no one in particular and kept eating my ice cream.
I have a car now, and in the trunk I found I'd run out of excuses not to live my life anymore. But I didn't get a warranty so I guess I'm fucked.