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How’s that.—How’s what. Look man I mean . . .—What don’t like it?—No I mean I don’t get it, like I mean I don’t even understand it.

man you told me you’re getting out of this crap so you can write all this music . . .—Yes well I am as soon as I . . .—Man it’s always like as soon as you something

“Pay these kids salaries instead of giving them grades and they might learn what America’s all about.”

—⁠Hey where’d you get those Mister Gibbs?—Those what.—No I just meant those sneakers, I mean like I never saw you wear . . .—My mother got them for me, where else do you get sneakers. Don’t you like them?

Laughing out loud. 12 year old explaining hostile takeovers, depreciation, and business write offs to his struggling musician business associate in a bathroom of the MET.

“Excuse me.” A button glowed.

I promise I’m still reading this. IT’S HARD!

“Don’t tell me things I don’t want to know and I won’t bother you.”

She leaned forward to turn on the radio, fleeing one wad of sound for another.

pg 138. all dialogue, but so far not much actual communication happening. Do we really talk past each other this much?