"bro I think the stripper loves me"
"nah bro. she treats everyone like that."
"whoah, really?"
"yeah. she loves everyone, everywhere."
"even with all the terrible things I've done in my rotten life...?"
"she loved you before you were born, bro. she IS love, bro."
"bro..."
Hey man, me and the guys weren't sure how to say this, but you just haven't been the same since you started those anti-psychotics. You used to be fun, and cool, and spontaneous. Now? You've lost your spark, dude. They stole your spark. And we all noticed, and like you a lot less.
she said "the mold goes or i do" so i told her baby girl if i saw you go i'd never forgive myself, let me get the antifungal disinfectant. alas it was all for naught. i was hallucinating again. she had left me years ago. mycelium is all that's left now. god i love black mold.
I'm sorry for the confusion. When we said we "green lit" your screenplay, we meant that it would forever remain tantalisingly out of your reach, like the American dream itself