Martyr!

The topic was “life on life’s terms,” which was so broad as to be functionally meaningless. Nick Cave’s voice was coming out of the speakers: “hernia, Guernica, furniture.” Cyrus stormed to his car and drove away from Secret Stash—from Gabe—flooded with a narcotic blend of righteous indignation and self-pity. In Cyrus’s adult life, this training meant he’d eat around the mold on strawberries, ask to box his friends’ food at restaurants, finish half-empty cans of flat soda the next day. Finally, though, the lawyers were pacified and the gallery was set up.