"Not sure I want to ask."
"I didn't!"
"Not sure if you have to be adamant about something when I don't know what your talking about."
"I didn't call one of them. But I have taken their call. But the key is I didn't give them what they wanted, and afterwards I didn't try to continue future conversations by meeting them a few days later."
"I'm sorry?"
"I didn't play any continuation games with them."
"We've established that part."
"Listen. I woke up to these conversations my so called friends were having with me. They were calling to lob accusations at everyone else in their lives except themselves. These conversations were labor intensive. Large amounts of wasted carbon dioxide. And with continuation it would continue from the phone to coffee downtown, to the bowling alley uptown. It would continue like a pedway that broke its belt."
"The pedway would stop wouldn't it?"
"In theory I guess."
"What kept you."
"I was invested. It was job security for me. You take away every troglodyte and I am useless. I needed to hear that incessant whine so that I could feel in service. My advice was at least taken like a pamphlet on the street and discarded blocks away so they could later grab another one sitting at a cafe with me later in the week. I needed them. And now well, I don't."
"Without this no ones wants to ride with you?"
"No. Nobody wants to talk to a person who has them face their own music, because he had to. Nobody wants the Merry-Go-Round to stop. Fuck that."
"Yeah there's elephant ears and cotton candy to eat."
"What?"
"Thought we were using a amusement park metaphor."
"Everybody wants to ride."
"What does that mean for me?"
"Well you're my ride home, of course."
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