- So did you believe in me or not?
- Sort of, Your Honor.
- Don't call me Your Honor, I'm not a Cook County Municipal Judge.
- Sorry, Your Magis...strate?
- (head down studying file) Why don't you just say, "Oh Masterful One."
- Is that how I should talk to you?
- Isn't that the term you were throwing around here?
- Oh, right.
- I helped you write a great one about Ralph, did I?
- Do you think more than four people read it? I always had issues with my analytics. I mean, sometimes the time zone and the country—
- I didn't give you all that time so you could eventually have to ask me, "So did babe ever read my fuckin' blog or not?"
- Sorry.
- All that life I put around you...
- The girls I couldn't work up the nerve to ask...
- All those roads...
- The shoes you gave me—
- You're beyond that now.
- All the branches of the a tree, I know, and I couldn't—
- (head down) Quit quoting yourself.
- This would definitely go on crushed like.
- I'm glad it's not the one you created just for your throwaways.
- No more comeback posts...
- All the times they let you off, you schmuck.
- (head hanging) No more Today.
- (while scribbling) Looks to be the case. I liked the fellow though. Well, what do you want me to say...?
- What do you mean?
- For your eulogy. I gotta hammer this thing out before we get on with it. They're just about to be seated now...(musing) Which one did they find around the cemetery grounds this week?
- You write the eulogies?
- I write all the eulogies.
- Don't give that bozo a shout-out in my story.
- It was the most important story of your life, wasn't it? And it didn't even—you're quite a character, you know that?
- What are we looking at with the crowd down there?
- Strike two, asshole... So when I say if you found God or not, you want me to write, Sort of?
- (distracted) Which one of them's saying it? Not too many people knew about my blog.
- Why do I waste my time with you?
- Hey, you must have seen me kiss the ground that time?
- The week you went cold turkey off the anti-psychotics? No, I was busy.
- I thought you'd be softer.
- Did you want me to say, "Welcome, my son?" I'm only what you could muster up.
- I don't know, sometimes I would draw a blank.
- So he...Sort of found God, but sometimes he would draw a blank when I asked him.
- But what if it just gets deleted? I took a picture of this kid's painting and posted it up, what if the little twerp tries to sue—Ah, there's not even anyone else there to—
- Will you shut up! Were you this stupid when you talked to me?
- I did what my brain told me, I guess...Christ, I forgot to edit the suicide post. Some of the em dashes were too dramatic.
- You know for a writer, you didn't read many books.
- I just didn't feel like it, Your Honor.
- (scribbling) He just didn't feel like it...
- Are you going to write down everything I say?
- I've already written down what I need to say.
- That's sounds good, Oh Masterful One.
- You were quite a masterful one, yourself. Is this long enough, for you?
- Sort of, Your Honor.
- Don't call me Your Honor, I'm not a Cook County Municipal Judge.
- Sorry, Your Magis...strate?
- (head down studying file) Why don't you just say, "Oh Masterful One."
- Is that how I should talk to you?
- Isn't that the term you were throwing around here?
- Oh, right.
- I helped you write a great one about Ralph, did I?
- Do you think more than four people read it? I always had issues with my analytics. I mean, sometimes the time zone and the country—
- I didn't give you all that time so you could eventually have to ask me, "So did babe ever read my fuckin' blog or not?"
- Sorry.
- All that life I put around you...
- The girls I couldn't work up the nerve to ask...
- All those roads...
- The shoes you gave me—
- You're beyond that now.
- All the branches of the a tree, I know, and I couldn't—
- (head down) Quit quoting yourself.
- This would definitely go on crushed like.
- I'm glad it's not the one you created just for your throwaways.
- No more comeback posts...
- All the times they let you off, you schmuck.
- (head hanging) No more Today.
- (while scribbling) Looks to be the case. I liked the fellow though. Well, what do you want me to say...?
- What do you mean?
- For your eulogy. I gotta hammer this thing out before we get on with it. They're just about to be seated now...(musing) Which one did they find around the cemetery grounds this week?
- You write the eulogies?
- I write all the eulogies.
- Don't give that bozo a shout-out in my story.
- It was the most important story of your life, wasn't it? And it didn't even—you're quite a character, you know that?
- What are we looking at with the crowd down there?
- Strike two, asshole... So when I say if you found God or not, you want me to write, Sort of?
- (distracted) Which one of them's saying it? Not too many people knew about my blog.
- Why do I waste my time with you?
- Hey, you must have seen me kiss the ground that time?
- The week you went cold turkey off the anti-psychotics? No, I was busy.
- I thought you'd be softer.
- Did you want me to say, "Welcome, my son?" I'm only what you could muster up.
- I don't know, sometimes I would draw a blank.
- So he...Sort of found God, but sometimes he would draw a blank when I asked him.
- But what if it just gets deleted? I took a picture of this kid's painting and posted it up, what if the little twerp tries to sue—Ah, there's not even anyone else there to—
- Will you shut up! Were you this stupid when you talked to me?
- I did what my brain told me, I guess...Christ, I forgot to edit the suicide post. Some of the em dashes were too dramatic.
- You know for a writer, you didn't read many books.
- I just didn't feel like it, Your Honor.
- (scribbling) He just didn't feel like it...
- Are you going to write down everything I say?
- I've already written down what I need to say.
- That's sounds good, Oh Masterful One.
- You were quite a masterful one, yourself. Is this long enough, for you?
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