In October you had those interviews with people after they just finished having sex with each other. That was nice but that situation accidentally happened to me the other week when I heard my old roommate doing it to some sad girl. Though I would like to wish away the noises I heard, the conversation that followed is pretty good. I only heard his half of the conversation; I think the girl spoke only with shrugs and whispers. Here are the things he said:
"Well, that was good. Worth the wait I think. What you wanna do now, get some ice cream?
You've never had an ice cream sundae?!!
I could use a small hit right now. I get drug tested randomly but I'm a special case. I've been smoking pot for so long that I can take a hit and have it not show on the drug test. I'm a marijuana prodigy.
I've been writing pretty good shit lately. Do you want me to sing?
[lyrics:] I'm on the road and the head shop is closed / get to the show lying on the floor / tripping on acid, cocaine molasses...
You like that?"
She says no.
He sings more.
And then they giggle. She's into him.