— Are you having fun?
— Fun is for suckers, Max. Two minutes ago, I turned 36. Staring down the barrel of my own mortality always beats fun.
— However old you feel, Nad, you definitely sound 22.
— Thank you. It's my bad attitude that keeps me young.
Looks I got mixed up in something very nice.
And someone stole your shoes? Hey, what the fuck is going on in America, huh?
I realized that there was never gonna be a right time for me to tell you anything.
Do you think it's weird that we live in the same neighborhood? Do you think it means anything? Do you think we're dead? That we're the same person? You know, I got a couple of theories that I'm working on. Us being the same person is my current favorite.
— So now, the artist's intention is buried in a sea of likes and thumbs up.
— But if the intention's still there If it's clear, it doesn't matter what the critic thinks.
— Can we go sit downstairs in your office like I'm an actual patient?
— I don't think that would suit you. You've always liked the kitchen.
— Why? Why do I like the kitchen?
— Well sustenance, safety, nourishment, all the things you were missing when you were little.
Oh, this is Alan. He's basically a child that the universe has tasked me with babysitting.