Posts tagged dialogue

“So, it’s over?”

“I think so.”

“But I love…”

“Don’t say it.”

“But it’s true.”

“It will fade.”

“No, it won’t.”

“Yes, it will.”

“You can’t know…”

“Yes, I can”

“How can you?”

“It’s all nature”

“Love isn’t science.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Then how can…”

“Chemicals and memories.”

“What? That’s it?”

“They all fade.”

“I love you.”

“It’ll go away.”

“Like you are.”

“It’s not easy.”

“Doesn’t seem hard.”

“I’ll regret this.”

“Then, please stay.”

“I can’t Jonathan.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Stay, please stay.”

“Jonathan I can’t…”

“April dammit please!”

“I’m not yours.”

“But I’m yours.”

“Not any more.”

“So this is real now, it’ll be us and only us?”

“Yes, I don’t want anyone else, can’t think of anyone else, I’ve tried.”

“Why did you try?”

“Because I thought I lost you, I thought my life was over. I thought I lost my future.”

“I’m your future?”

“You my everything, my only thing, the only thing that matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“So what’s the emotional protocol for having a miscarriage you weren’t aware of?”

“What?”

“I went to the doctor because my girl stuff has been over reacting this month and he told me my levels were off because I had a miscarriage.”

“Pussy.”

“That’s part of it.”

“How didn’t you know?”

“Bitches get knocked up all the time without knowing.”

“I can’t believe you almost had a kid.”

“No, no I didn’t almost have a kid. I almost had an abortion.”

White people always wonder why us black folks used to only be considered 3/5ths of a person. That’s because the white man didn’t count the part he was jealous of.

“Wow, an appletini that’ll really take the hair off your chest.”

“I like the taste.”

“Does it have a strong dick flavor?”

“Fuck you, I’m not the one that sleeps with men.”

“Are you calling me a fag?”

“You sleep with men!”

“Racist.”

“Cock sucker.”

“I’m here, I’m queer, buy me a beer.”

“I’ll buy you an appletini, you’ll like ‘em.”

“Does it have a strong dick flavor?”

“I’ll ask the bar keep if they make a dicktini.”

“Dicktini? I Think you might have the main ingredient for a dicktini-tiny.”

“incestual heathen.”

“Won’t mom be proud?”

“Tell me she’ll be okay.”

“This is becoming a whiskey conversation.”

“You’ve always been the strong one, but you haven’t been here. It’s a fresh hell to see her dying.”

“We’re all dying and she isn’t dying any quicker than us. She’s a strong woman, this wont stop her.”

“How come you can be so sure about It?”

“Because I’m more like her than you are.”

“Yeah, mom did like the cock.”