"well what are you gonna do now?"

"I don't know," I said

"You shoulda listened to dib"

"Yeah, I know dick, I shoulda listened to dib I get it,"

"I mean, did you think you weren't gonna run out of people to beat up?"

"I GET IT... i get it.. ok?" I scratched my arm and looked around my room

"so, what did your mom say?"

"she beat the shit out of me?, I thought I asked you to read that?"

"no, your real mom"

"oh..." I laughed a little, " she... she was upset"

"yeah, but what did she say?"

"she said, something like.. I hope you never get Parkinson's, or something like that, but she said it like, so it meant, I hope you DO get Parkinson's,"

"thas fucked up"

"pshh, uh yeah,"

"so we're just gonna sit here?"

I scratched my ass, "yeah, I guess so,"

"like this?"

"for now anyway"

"well, what do you expect to happen?"

"who knows, something always seems to happen tho,"

"sooooo, get any hate mail yet?"

"nope, still waiting.. either I'm not hitting the right chords, or no one's reading this shit"

"which means yer not hitting the right chords"

"right.. maybe.. you... should.. say something political"

"Fuck Bush"

"that's not political"

"It can be"

"yeah, but I know you, it's not."

"well why don't YOU do something?"

"I could smoke some weed," I said

"yeah man, that'll do ya good, I'm sure everyone wants to listen to what you have to say when you're stoned"

"thursday's suck"

"yup, yup they do"