Tuesday, September 14, 2010

raw pear and fennel salad is what i was envisioning

"i'm going to die... we've eaten nothing but raw vegan for 4 days in a row."
"no man, i have a contract for 7 days. get your shit wrapped tight because you have to endure it just a WIDDLE bit longer."
"veal... prime rib... lobster...."
"you can reward yourself on the other side of 8 days. trust me. nothing complex in and the nasty within just shits out."
"yeah. can we talk about that? your little supplement? the end result can only be described as violent and unrelenting."
"oh i know. it's like a condensed shot of fish oil bombing the hell out of your guts. clean slate. right right?"
"no, hey, i'm so not interested in talking about Clockwork Orange any more. we've really taken a large look at the topic and i feel that we've exhausted all discussions about it. and what it means to you. which is a lot. i know." he lifted a hand to silence my oncoming criticism. "hed-deh! shh. listen. we're done with it. it's over. we're through."
"fine."
"good."
"guess we don't need to talk about you going over to africa any more?"
"don't be that dick. just because i make the call that a topic is over, you want to drop something important to me."
"clearly it's a threat intended to demonstrate to you the importance of the topic that we are not allowed to talk about again."
"remember when we had that like, 36 hours where we didn't talk at all?"
"sure. i'm game."
i stood up to get some air out on the patio. admittedly, i was going nuts with all the bunny food. i could have eaten a steak raw with a baked potato on the side. but it was just a good plan to stay in lock down. get some shit sorted. get some half decent food in our guts and see what starts pulling back.
tapping out a smoke i leaned up to the balcony. i wish i could bring my meaty eastern euro booty call over. just... a bounce! that's it. we can make it quick! why am i negotiating with myself?
pulling down on a rationed cigarette, Brad shuffled out with a jug of orange juice.
"i actually feel a whackload better. like... i'm not saying you're right, just..." glug glug. "ahhhhh.... delicious."
good enough. i don't need to pander to get a really deep apology.

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