May 10th 2008

What's troubling you?
I don't have troubles, I have friends with troubles.

Does that make you feel better?
Are you asking me, or them?

You of course.
No.

Then why listen to them?
Who else will?

Who will listen to you?
Me.

Do you think that works?
Just enough.

Then why are you here?
Are you blind or is the cop behind me invisible?

So you attempted to end your life recently?
What of it?

Why?
Why not?

Don't you think that your death would cause others pain?
What's life without a little pain?

Then why end your's? Isn't it painful?
I said a little.

Are you an Atheist?
Are you a Catholic? Because I can see the guilt pouring out of your mouth.

That's not relevant.
But my beliefs are?
Yes, you are at risk of many things.
Are you more afraid of me killing myself or me killing many?

Both.
Are you sure?

Why do you ask?
I ain't no saint.

That doesn't matter. You are a troubled person and it is my job to help you.
No. Your job is to make money.

Why do you say that?
Is that Porsche your's?

You like playing mind games, eh? You like to feel smart. There's your problem, your insecure. You want to be the best, yet you feel you are failing.
What do you know!?

I was there too.
I'm not you.

No, but I was you.
Get you fucking hands off of me, you fascist pig!

Put down the knife.
Once I hit the floor...