“Look at my face. Look at my stupid
face!”
“Hey, buddy...”
“Don't look at me! My stupid fucking
face. It makes no goddammed sense! Why couldn't it be in the front!
It's a fucking circle! The middle part could be my nose! What the
fuck! What are they afraid of, a fucking copyright infringement?
Bunch of assholes.”
“Is there...”
“Shut up! Oh, shit, sorry. I've been
drinking. You might ask how, and why and, uh, how a train drinks, but
don't ask, because it's stupid. The question isn't stupid, the answer
is. My whole existence is stupid. A fucking bullshit joke. Ding ding!
Here comes the joke.”
“Could you...”
“I can't even join the war, did you
know that? No inanimate objects allowed. Bunch of fascists. I'd be
great in the war. Run any suicide mission you want. Hey, where are
you going? I thought we were becoming friends. Don't go! Do you want
a ride?”
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