Slowie doesn't want your life.

"I don't want their lives."

"What?"

"I just don't want their lives."

"Ok."

"I just found that I listened to a whole lot of bullshit just to get to what I wanted--that sensation. That fucking orgasm. I listened to their damn politics and religion and other shit, just so I could feel good. And you know what?"

"I can't say that I do."

"When I finally snapped out of it. When I was finally done with my desire for them, or their shit became so overwhelming I found I didn't like their life. I wasn't comparable to them. I didn't like their toilet paper from CVS or that book bag they carried or the way they sat or walked."

"Your down in the marrow."

"I found that our entire interaction was based my addiction to feeling fucking good. It was like the only one hearing the dog whistle."

"Dog does come into play."

"What?"

"But your transient though, right?"

"Yeah, I like to come and go. But not when I want to play the game of a relationship. Not when I want to be somewhat serious. Not when I want to pretend that I have a boyfriend when my friends are around or I need someone on my arm for the season. I want that to be someone that is a little more. But I see that is a rouse. I see it again comes down to my addiction to feeling fucking good. Like peanut brittle on a Saturday afternoon."

"You don't eat that."

"I do."

"Sir Francis from Dean & Deluca?"

"Judy's"

"Ok."

"I don't want their lives because they belong to someone else. I could've figured this out early on but I didn't give a shit in the beginning of the relationship."

"Because you were addicted to feeling fucking good."

"Yeah. I was."