Anthony is going out on himself.

"I need to go on strike from my thoughts."


"This conversation is starting off in the wrong direction."


"Just not doing it anymore."


"Are we talking about a sit down strike? Or are you taking it to the streets? I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about."


"My thoughts are the problem. My thoughts and the ideas they breed, and the actions I take because of them is the singular ingredient to every problem I've had, have and will have..."


"Where is my drink?"


"Are you listening?"


"I just need a few drinks to make it go down easier."


"I just need--for the very first time in my life to go on a strike against my own thought system. It has been oppressive, unrelenting."


"What the shit does that mean?"


"I have to. What other choice do I have?


"I don't know how to respond."


"I'm pretty sure it will be successful strike...."


"Please....I have to get something to drink!"


"I have to do something different."


"Don't you think our thoughts and actions keep us from being homeless."


"What?"


"If you don't do things as directed your life falls apart, right?"


"There has to be something that appears..."


"What?"


"Something."


"Something?"


"Can I try someone else."


"Ok."


"It will be peaceful."


"Where is that drink?"