"I guess. I mean, I've never skied before," I say, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. Snow sorta lost it's novelty for me when I stopped thinking about playing and started thinking more about fucking. Which admittedly happened a hell of a lot younger than for more people.

But there are some memories there and they're actually some of the nicer ones. Distant and faded. Almost like they happened to someone else.

"I always liked the first snow. The rest of the season, they never quite seemed the same, you know?"