“Yeah, I can write you a story.”
“Do you have a pen?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Jake. Do you have anything going?
“Some things are going, some things are stalled. Some got caught in the morning fog on the way here.”
“Hey fuck off, Bill! Whiskey-sodden. I can’t stand the taste of gin.”
“Please be serious about this, Jake. We need something from you soon or else we might be going down with you.”
“Alright, Bill. It’s alright. I’ll pull myself together, just for you.”