TRICKSTER.

the outsider is a novel by richard wright. tw: alcohol.

‘ sorry for what? ’

‘ you don’t take care of yourself. ’

‘ somebody’s at the door. ’

‘ god won’t let me sleep. ’

‘ and i’d feel better if you were with me. ’

‘ i’ll be right over. ’

‘ a hamburger and a cup of coffee. ’

‘ wait a minute. ’

‘ without that promise, life’s nothing. ’

‘ there’re some things a man must do alone. ’

‘ don’t say that. ’

‘ oh, stop lying. ’

‘ that’s the trouble. i’m simply too damned human. ’

‘ i don’t care! ’

‘ it’s my stomach. ’

‘ no, makes me feel less. ’

‘ what’re you going to do? ’

‘ i don’t give a damn. ’

‘ you live around here? ’ 

‘ here. let me help you carry that. ’

‘ why pick on me? ’

‘ guess i’ll catch up on my sleep. ’

‘ we all have blue days. ’

‘ you’re drinking again. ’

‘ i eat and sleep as much as i can. ’

‘ i’m not talking to you. i’m talking to myself, about myself. ’ 

‘ can’t you borrow some? ’

‘ it’s awful. ’ 

‘ and you better stop drinking and eat and sleep some. ’

‘ did you find it? ’ 

‘ but it could be true. ’

‘ and guilty folks are scared folks! ’

‘ i’m not going to bother you with my troubles. ’

‘ you’re still there? ’

‘ i’ll never forget it. ’

‘ you’ve had plenty of time to eat. ’

‘ just a friend. ’

‘ this child’s a nervous wreck. ’

‘ whiskey ain’t no good on an empty stomach. ’