love is love

Well I — not really.. It wouldn’t, show that much, anyways.

"Oh, so you're boring?"

"Chill. I was gonna say, ask somebody who’s died. Not diggin’ the negativity."

"And how do you suppose I go about doing something like that?"

"That, and after I collect all the cash you’ve made. Priorities, y’know?"

"Yeah, yeah. But we're roommates, you know where I sleep. It's not like I'm gonna try to skip out on you or anything."

"I’d be more than happy to assist you in finding out, man."

"Yeah, sure. Just after we discuss how much I've sold this week, right?"

"Really only one way to find out, man."

"Yeah, yeah. Die. I get it."

"Don’t we all. But nah, I think it all just fades to black and that’s it. Dunzo." She’d been on the brink of death before and from what she can remember there was no white light, no nothing. Just black.

"I dunno, I kinda wish there was just, like, one final hurrah, you know?" He shook his head, imagining it while he spoke. "Like, you get to have a little party and your grandma's there, your great-grandma's there and somebody just hands you a book full of statistics about your life and you just sit around and drink and joke about how awful you were until it fades to black. Did that sound too much like a lifetime movie?"

I mean — are you, are you totally sure, you want that? Like — totally, sure?

"Absolutely positive. Why? You don't?"

"What? No, I said I was going to get me coffee. Not us coffee.”

"I don't even like coffee, so good."