Darren Nichols is not an uncertain man. Darren Nichols hasn't been uncertain about anything since he kissed Johnny Everett under the bleachers and the whole world clicked into one large, happy 'oh. so that's how it's supposed to work.'

But fuck, in the past week he's been rejected by Shakespeare, nearly sold to Satan, tossed around by said person like a ragdoll (and hiding the fact that he's moving gingerly because of it) and generally fucked around with. His perspective is a little warped. His feathers are, as they say, ruffled.

"About that."