"hey copper,
whatcha eating?"
"nuts"
"whose nuts are those?"
"my partner's; he got a promotion, so I got his
nuts."
"oh, that's cool."
"yeah."
"yeah. what do you think about this whether?"
"it sucks."
"yeah."
"yeah."
"the summer makes me sad."
"me too. its like everything gets dead to death."
"yeah. the summer sucks."
"yeah."
"yeah, and I've always known it."
"really?"
"yeah, when I was young, and summer came along, I'd
shut my self in the shed out back and my dog would
bring me any apples that fell off the neighbors tree."
"oh yeah?"
"yeah, it was lonely and I missed my mother."
"yeah, I know what you mean; I haven't seen my mother
since christmas. her birthday is coming up and I
asked her what she wanted and she said, "nothing,"
like she's dead or something."
"yeah, I know what you mean, its like everything is
dying around us and here we are, getting all dead
too."
"yeah, its like we're not even trying."
"yeah."
"yeah, and it sucks too because there are so many
things to worry about."
"yeah, its like last week when my neighbor got pregnant
and she seemed happy but I wasn't sure, you know?"
"yeah, its like, "congratulations on getting more
dead."
"yeah."
"yeah, and I have seven neighbors myself, three on one
side, four on the other, and they all live next door
to me."
"yeah, I know what you mean, I get that way too."
"yeah, and I can barely sleep anymore."
"yeah, no, of course not, we're dying already."