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We re-enter our dear (anti?)hero's life at one of those incredibly painful, incredibly fake neighborhood holiday gatherings when all the adults get to ask the little delinquents...
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| So, what are you doing with your life, eh? .............................. .................................... Really now, New York? Theatre? Be Realistic. | |
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| Well, actually, I'm looking at a design internship in New York right now... ................................... | |
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Now, let's repeat this scene ad nauseum, with not a single thing changing except for the middle-aged fucking moron in fron of you... And see what happens...
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| So, what are you doing with your life, eh? .............................. .................................... Really now, New York? Theatre? Be Realistic. | |
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When the smoke finally clears, and the screaming fades away, we are left with little else, but one more disillusioned youth wishing he could have simply manifested himself into existence...
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