There was once a dream that was Negroni Season. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish… it was so fragile.

And then we wrote some fan fiction about it for The Awl.

If you want to share your own tales of The Worst Boy*friend in the World, you may do it here, for (s)he is The Antihero of a Thousand Faces, and (s)he rides a pale horse very badly and never texts you back.

*Or Girlfriend. You know who you are.