How goes it.
Living the dream, man.
What dream is that.
Cassandra’s dream.
I don’t understand.
I didn’t expect you to.
What does it mean.
Something about a terrible fate, a girl who can’t stop screaming— the Trojan War comes to mind but that doesn’t make sense so I’d assume Peloponnesian but I’m not sure what that was or if the chronology is even there.
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So what have you been up to. It’s been a while.
I’m painting my house.
Your house?
My mother’s. I live at home. I guess we all do.
I moved out right after high school.
Where do you live now.
Chicago.
So Chicago is home.
No. Chicago is not home.
Then where is home?
Home is here.
So you don’t have a home there.
No. No, I suppose I don’t. Hm. Funny.
I find most homeless lack a sense of humor.
I gotta piss, man. Good catching up.