UNLESS THERE IS
What are you writing about?
I’m writing about mirrors.
What’s next drugs?
Already did. Right now I’m writing a screen script with an alcoholic/pot head.
You’re messed up.
I know, and you aren’t?
I’m special — there’s a difference. What’s your excuse?
Shitting your pants doesn’t count as “special”.
It takes a lot of talent.
I bet it does.
What else do you do?
I workout. I dance. I run. I paint. I take pictures. What am I supposed to do? Sit around on my laptop all day?
That’s what writers do.
Maybe — the very sad, lonely ones.
That’s when you start to take drinking up.
I don’t know. You should. Maybe you would be more social.
How is that social?
Go to bars, see people.
I do that already. I’m fine —
You need —
I don’t need anything.
I just want to be happy.
Liebeardin: A dude with a fake beard.
Potionivy: A flower that has magical powers.
Ceriously: Where is the cereal?
Patitoes: If I can’t touch your tits, can I touch your toes?
Soething: Show me your thing.
Pance: Dance with your pants off.