Two minds

- Why do you have on your "Press Pass?"  You're homeless.
- Yea, well, it's a transition process.  I'm a talk show host at heart.
- You can use it to get by, I guess.
- Think of it this way, it looks like I'm interviewing you.
- What do you mean?
- Well, I have my pass on; we're having lunch—it looks like I'm the journalist, and you're a celebrity.
- You know what, you're right!  I was wondering why women keep giving me glances, and their husbands and kids, too.
- I thought you knew that.
- No, I just thought it was my sweaty Sheik Abu Khalid Mohammed get-up—they probably think I'm some new hipster cult-icon underground celebrity! Like a writer, or rockstar—
- Or an app programmer.  I thought you had it figured out; that's why we're having lunch.
- No, I took you out to lunch because you're such a bum and I was trying to be nice, and I didn't know how to properly lose you...
- Well, I'm going to make my own talk-show soon, and broadcast my own station within a few hundred block radius with a transistor I've been saving for.
- And get your name out.  I know, I've heard you say that before, to various people, repeatedly.   Well, maybe I did subconsciously realize our skit before I knew I realized it...
- You know, the reason I've been saying that to people for the past few months, I look for—
- I know, capital.
- What ideas people throw back at me.
- Feedback.
- Yea
- Yea, (mutters) at the investors' luncheon. 
- Everything I do, all my ideas, come from a very creative place.  But, you know, the dangerous thing about my ideas, when I tell them to people: people steal them!
- Business-minded people.
- Exactly!
- (mutters) Don't worry; I'm not business-minded.  
- This one friend who owned a business I worked under, used my ideas—
- Trusted the wrong guy, huh?
- I'll say, trusted the wrong guy, and how!  He used my idea to turn $800 into ten thousand dollars a year and told me to fuck off.
- ...Wait a minute, you're supposed to be interviewing me! For all the women walking by, and here you are doing all the jabbering!  I gotta look like I'm spitting truth at you—not potato chips at each other—for the world to see.
- And hear.  Okay, then.  How do you feel about that?
- Well, when someone offers to take you to eat, and you don't have a steady meal plan, if you will, you customarily go for the basics.  You get your bread and meat, and have them stuff it with all the vegetables in the house, not stand there and inquire about the different dressing selections.  I mean, if you're planning on making a makeshift left-over salad later, then perhaps—
- A to-go container, perhaps, is suitable, you're suggesting?
- Well, theoretically, yes; that is an appropriate line of thinking.  You humbly opt for the essentials, simple and what you need, not go for the freakin' combo.
- The chips and the drink, you mean?
- And ask them about the day's the Special.
- Unless, it's for a sophisticated reporter.
- Yes, of course.  Like it's a luxury resort, not the charity case that it is.
- Is that how you feel?  You see me as a charity case?  I'm thoroughly enjoying having lunch with you—Great banter we have going, by the way.  Go on.
- Well, no; I don't see it strictly as a charity case.
- Maybe it feels like a resort to me, my lonely, beaten heart.
- Obviously, that's a strong point, wholly valid and effective—are you getting this?
- You bet.
- For the same amount as our lunch, I could've gone down to the 99 Cent store, bought sliced bread, a pack of lunch meat, some veggies and mustard, beverages and desert—
- I would love a cookie right now, nice little bow on the package after I finish this exquisite selection of Biscuits 'N Gravy flavored chips, maybe even get a refill on my Dr. Pepper to wash down desert.
- For the same amount, I could be passing out meals to twelve of yous on some corner.
- But this isn't a charity case, you still contend?
- It's as much a charity case as it is an investors' luncheon.
- Touche.  And you're not bussiness-minded?
- You hit the head on the nail, there, Chuck.  My capital's usually all invested in my diet.  Here, keep the rest of my chips.  I don't want to get fat.

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