So I finally said what I did: “Want to watch a movie? Smoke?”
“As long as it’s not about Valentine’s Day, yeah. Sure. Maybe.”
Kyle was already stepping into my room. I still had a mattress on the floor, something which he had mercilessly teased me about all this year. Now, though, he flopped on it as if it was a haven. I grabbed my computer and booted something up from an online streaming collection. It was Groundhog Day.
“Hope this is okay.”
“Totally appropriate, actually.”
“How so?”
“Feels like the same damn day over and over again,” he lamented. Then told me about a philosophical paper he’d read on the nature of time, and how they related it to Groundhog Day as well.
“That’s neat.” I dug through my desk and, thankfully, pulled out some weed. “You want to make your philosophizing
