Tuesday, February 26, 2002

A Conversation From the Bar Scene

Brad: No one pays any attention to small talk in bars. I swear, that's the reason I practically stopped going out a few years ago. I couldn't bear having the same conversation with the same 20 people every fucking night.

Danny: The same conversation?

Brad: "Hey. Hey. How are you? Fine. How are you? Fine. Cool. Yeah, cool. Well, see ya around."

Danny: What if you're not fine?

Brad: Everyone says "fine," even if they have a sucking chest wound. It doesn't matter, though. You could say "I have a sucking chest wound" and they wouldn't miss a beat.

At that moment...

Random Club Kid With Whom I Have, At Best, A Nodding Acquaintance: Hey buddy! Haven't seen you in a while. How are ya?

Brad: I'm good looking, I'm incredibly funny, I am obscenely rich, I got a perfect score on the SAT verbal and I have a 9-1/2 inch cock, so I'm pretty fabulous. How are you?

RCKWWIH,AB,ANA: I'm fine. Well, good to see ya! (leaves)

Brad (to Danny): I rest my case.

Danny: Your world must be beautiful and frightening.