Randal Graves:
Oh what, what's with you, man? You haven't said anything for like 20 minutes. What the hell's your problem?
Dante Hicks:
This life.
Randal Graves:
This life?
Dante Hicks:
Why do I have this life?
Randal Graves:
Have some chips, you'll feel better.
Dante Hicks:
I'm stuck in this pit, working for less than slave wages. Working on my day off, the goddamn steel shutters are closed, I deal with every backward ass fuck on the planet. I smell like shoe polish. My ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy. And my present girlfriend has sucked 36 dicks.
Randal Graves:
37.
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