"You really think so Peter?"
"Obsolutely!"
"Why don't you go inside and finish your beer? It's getting kinda cold, Peter."
"Because I don't drink in walls."
"You know Peter, I think I could live here and be a writer."
"What the f*ck would you write about? Do you feel aspired by these rocks?"
"You'd really do that?"
"I would do it in a New York heartbeat!"
Monday, April 19, 2010
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