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J: they fucking closed it again. We?re just gonna have to reopen it again, right?
B: wrong, blonde boy. I?ve done enough for the fags in this burgh. Let?s someone else do the charge.
J: so you?re gonna take it lying down?
B: that?s generally how it?s done.
J: I thought you wanted to get even.
B: I?d rather get laid.
J: must have been quite an elegant fair.
B: all nights journey into day. You should have been there
J: yea, I was helping Daphne study for midterms.
B: twenty of Pittsburgh?s hottest horniest hunks. And Debbie.
J: I know how much she wants to be a gay man, but is it wise to encourage her?
B: she couldn?t wait to tell me the news. It?s seems the littlest hustler knew dumpster boy and saw him picking up a cop the night he was murdered.
J: oh, shit.
B: yea, and for some reason she thought I would be interested.
J: aren?t you?
B: I already told you?
J: right. You wanna have fun, fun, fun till your daddy takes your freedom away. In case you haven?t noticed he already has. But if you?re content in turning your place into the next back-room, fine. Only, how are you gonna keep a cleaning lady?
J: look at all these old guys.
B: sad, isn?t it?
J: yea, some of them are even older than you are. Well, I guess at their age if they want it they gotta pay for it.
B: another reason to die young.
J: or to accept the fact that youth and beauty are fleeting and that time will inevitably leave it's mark and that we should just accept our mortality with grace and dignity.
Until then, I could really clean up in this place.
B: well, just sit there and wait.
J: so what exactly do you want me to say to this guy?
B: just be your usual self, charm him with your witty repartee 'how'd you like to plow my smooth tight ass?' and when he's busy slobbering down your back you just scrap his pockets for a cigarette butt.
J: you're gonna owe me like a hundred blow jobs for this.
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B: the fucker didn't show up
J: we can go back tomorrow night. I'll dress up like a hustler, we can try again.
B: you looked hot.
J: this is gonna cost you a hundred dollars.
B: we were just pretending, remember?
J: maybe you were.
J: they want me to appear in front of the disciplinary committee and apologize. Like I did something wrong.
B: well, didn?t you?
J: are you saying you agree with them?
B: if someone had told me what you were up to I would have fired your ass. if I didn?t have my dick inside it.
J: but I?m not sorry. For anything.
B: I?m not saying you should be sorry I?m saying you should apologize.
J: just give in to them? Roll over?
B: well, do you want to finish your education and get a degree, get a good job and be rich?
J: I don?t care about money.
B: Ok. Do you want to have the freedom to create whatever you want, without having to answer to anyone?
J: who doesn?t?
B: well, then, you care about the money so you should go apologize. Not for them, for you.
J: so the guy?s dead. That only proves that he did it. And that?s why he killed himself, to avoid disgrace and to protect Stockwell, who I suspect he secretly loved.
B: leave it to a queen to turn anything into a drama.
J: what else could it be?
B: we?ll never know. He?ll never tell.
J: so, it?s over?
B: yea, it?s over.
J: no?
B: this time next week Stockwell will be mayor and I?ll be collecting unemployment.
J: well, I will be on the street, paddling my ass or my art, whichever makes more money.
B: well, don?t spend too much on framing.
J: they suspended me. Oh, don?t look so disappointed. You don?t have to pay for my education anymore.
B: I thought you were going to apologize.
J: I did apologize. But then they wanted me to apologize to him and I couldn?t. I couldn?t say ?I?m sorry? to someone who would rather see me dead, all of us dead, than be part of his family friendly world.
B: so you sacrificed everything?
J: sometimes you have to for what you believe in.
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B: It used to be such a magical kingdom full of sprites and fairies.
J: now it?s like watching the ?Wizard of Oz? in reverse.
B: cops in the streets, cops in the bars, cops in the clubs. It?s fucking depressing.
J: unless you?re into cops.
J: I gotta hand it to you, Brian, not many people who just got fired would go out and spend five thousand dollars on a new liquid television.
B: well, what better use of my free time than to shop?
(Stockwell?s add is on TV)
J: what a coincidence. The first fucking thing you see on your brand new 99 inch home entertainment system is Stockwell, in one of your fucking commercials.
B: it?s not a coincidence. They run these spots on every local station. I should know, I bought the air time myself.
J: well, his high definition ghost has come back to haunt you. It?s very Dickensian. Hey, maybe this will cheer you up.
B: what the fuck is that?
J: it?s a new villain I?m working on for ?Rage?. His name is razorback. He?s actually a swine.
B: yea, I?ve noticed.
J: yes, but thanks to a ruthless advertising executive he can appear in close to human form and he?s running for mayor of Gayopolis.
B: I marvel at how you come up with these ideas.
J: hmm. He?s already mesmerized almost everyone into voting for him but what they don?t know is, he?s gonna send them to the slaughter house.
B: holly pork chop!
J: so, Rage has to use his power of mind control to expose razorback?s villainy and bring everyone to their senses before it?s too late.
B: some story.
J: if only there were a real Rage, to change everyone?s mind.
J: ?Concerned citizens for truth?. Who, the fuck, are they?
B: a bunch of lunatics.
J: a bunch of lunatics with money. That commercial must have cost a fortune.
B: five thou every time they run it. And they?ll be running it every hour up until the election.
J: Brian, why are you getting rid of your naked guy painting, and your Italian leather sofa and your Mies Van der rohe table?
B: I thought I?d redecorate. Something minimal. Something to mach my current net worth.
J: well, I told you now wasn?t the best time. and ?the TV too?
B: good thing it was liquid.
J: Brian, if you?re in trouble, I?m sure I could lawn you?
B: a hundred thousand dollars?
J: how much?
B: the cost of 20 thirty second primetime spots at five thou a pop.
J: you said that was paid for by the?
B: meet the concerned citizens for the truth.
J: you?
B: well, who the hell else was gonna pay for it? I maxed out five gold cards.
J: these concerned citizens are lunatics.
B: I think I?m experiencing possession withdrawal, I need to lie down.
J: good thing you didn?t sell your bed.
B: I?d rather sell a kidney.
J: I can?t believe you did this. It?s so?
B: noble?
J: out of character. What made you do it?
B: some asshole told me that if you believe in something strongly enough you have to be willing to sacrifice everything.
J: thanks to Rage the streets of Gayopolis are once again safe for perverts. What are you doing?
B: I?m using my powers of mind control.
J: ?drop your pants, bend over?. Surely you can use your amazing super powers for something more constructive than that.
B: try as I might, I can?t come up with anything else.
J: Jesus Christ, Brian, now you don?t even have a car.
B: yea, I guess I?ve lost everything.
J: not everything.