An Afternoon Conversation

Let's throw our lives away and get wasted and do heroin and jump off a building.

Sounds like a plan.

Okay, I'll get the needles and the booze. You grab some chairs and a journal.

Isn't this a bit rash...

Fine, forget the chairs, but bring the damn journal. We're gonna write till we bleed.

This sounds like a plan, but it sounds like a fucking bad plan.

First sentence- let's throw our lives away. I'm not really concerned about good or bad.

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Really? You're gonna question me now?

Someone should have long ago, dammit. You're running around like a mad man.

And what if I am mad? The mad ones are the only ones for me. Drink, shoot, dive. That's the plan. Sayonara.

Sayonara.