About 4 a.m. Jay walks down the stairs after making himself a bowl of Kraft EasyMac to find me sitting down, my head in my hands, looking haggard, and a furrowed brown gently massaged by the temple. He chuckled as he neared me, soaking in the irony of the great Dave laid low by the drudgery of entrenched opinions held by young geniuses to mired in small lives to see the complexity of grander designs.
|"The use of words for something other than their literal intention.|
Now that is irony." Here it was the situation, but whatever.