Why not?
Oh, o.k.
Why?
Oh, fair enough.
Why?
Oh, yea...
I can't do anything for you, sorry.
Then I'm not going.
Okay.
I want you to come.
Well, I was going to. But it's too much for me...too much inconvenience.
Why aren't you going?
Because I really don't think I can deal with all that shit.
Which part of my body do you like most?
Bum.
Bum.
Because you are weird, huh?
I am perfectly normal to be upset by injustice and insult.
Injustice? Who insulted you? Have I?
No.
Off you go.
The struggle goes on.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
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