Happy Hour

_ One two four four.

_ I do...

_ Say what?

_ I care.

_ Silly boy.

_ One two six.

_ Forty-nine times ten, the clock struck twelve.

_ What about the other twelve?

_ Who cares?

_ I do... I care so much it appears I don't care at all.

_ You may not see it with your eyes, but if you listen you'll realize an immensity existing within as well as without; indeed if you are faithful you'll understand that the line between within and without is arbitrary and suspect.

_ And, should you stand on your head, it is ten after ten.

_ Happy hour!

_ Two for the price of one; prices doubled yesterday.

_ I die tomorrow.

_ Sweet. Howsaboy?

_ Where have the last sixteen minutes gone?

_ A vessel incapable of being full is overflowing; they didn't go anywhere.

_ Someone told me that I wasn't supposed to be here.

_ Apparently they were wrong.

_ Wrong and right; up and down; here and there... It's all the same, isn't it?

_ Yes... and no. Why are you rubbing your face?

_ I shaved this morning.

_ Bullshit artist.

_ You're right - I lied; the morning is bearded.... Are you looking at me over the top of your glasses? Are you chastising me silently? Are you intimating that I owe you some sort of explanation? Fine then. I'm guilty as charged - hang my father, for I am but a child.

_ And he?

_ A child just the same. Let's hang the guy who started this whole mess - we need a sacrifice... Let's conduct a survey and hang the first bastard who says they're a self-made man - no one will miss them.

_ Your language offends me.

_ English? English offends you?

_ I guess so... English creates me, English sustains me and it will be English that will be the death of me; thus English offends me.

_ Where have the last sixteen minutes gone?

_ Maybe they're hanging out with all the flowers...I bought a twelve pound sledgehammer yesterday and bashed all of my electronica into black dust. Among the carnage was a dig it all clock... it stopped years ago at eight twenty - happy hour.... I don't know where the last sixteen minutes went; I don't know that they ever existed - you're not supposed to be here. Check with the flowers.

_ I base my entire existence on its relation to changeable phenomena. I don't know that this is acceptable according to generally accepted accounting principles.

_ You're here.

_ Says you. I'm waiting for a certified letter from my accountant; I hope he hasn't died. Chai?

_ Sure, go ahead and change the subject to change without notice. I'll just whistle a happy tune.

_ Two chai, Garson... And bring a twelve pound sledge along with everything attached to a plug; I feel like breaking a sweat.

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... They were right - it's five o'clock somewhere.

... Changeable phenomena allows me to care and to not care. Can you take me there?

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