@glitternoodle And for me that sudden stop made the whole thing desolate as hell.

Like, yeah, you fell for these characters, identified with them, were excited to see yourself in print *for the first time,* and read like a maniac to get to the part where there's some kind of a turn, where their arc bends upward toward literally anything — a tiny but genuine glimpse at themselves, a promise of growth, consolation. A CHANGE.

But no, the narrative is like, "yeah it just goes on and on like that forever, plus James stole a bunch of heroin nobody actually wants, everything is punk as fuck, whatever."