“And just like that he left, taking an old hard-bound copy of the sound and the fury with him.
That’s what smart people read, right?
I’ve been told that. By a junior college professor once…
Smart people are overrated.
And what did he do for a living?
You mean to collect money?
I suppose that’s what I mean.
I don’t know, suffered, nailed his soul to a cross and cried like a little girl. What does anyone do? What they can: work.
I should have figured as much. Nothing would have just come easy.
Well, that’s not entirely true; walks on the beach come easy, sleep comes easy…
It doesn’t come easy, but once it happens, it’s easy, sure.
I thought he seemed ok though.
Yeah, he’s ok. There seems to be some anticipation brewing. Like there’s some inside joke that you’re just on the verge of understanding. I think some girl mentioned the same thing one time.
Hum, never thought of it that way.
Yeah. I say we get some food.
I can’t right now, gotta wait till payday.”