Well, I gotta go to my brother's house so's I can baby-sit my niece tomorrow...
How do you feel, farmboy?
I feel like crap.
Did you go to work?
No.
It would be so much easier if I could just sleep more than an hour or two at a time. I'm just coughing so much and I feel so miserable. But I'm still gonna baby-sit. It's important. I am needed.
Man, I just don't want to get ready...
You can do that, easy, though. Go ahead. Take the shower, get stuff together, leave. Just don't think about it so much.
Okay. That's what I'll do.
One quick thing, though.
What's that.
Today marks the 100th time we've talked.
No fuckin' way!
Yes fuckin' way!
Man,you've heard a lot of whining and complaining and crying...
I've also heard a lot of hope and humor and we've had some good times.
Hey, congratulations to us! I am so fuckin' glad you're my friend. I'm not sure who you are or why you're here, but I am grateful.
Here's to 100 more!
At least!
At least!
Now go get ready, and we can talk more later, farmboy.
Hey, man...thanks for everything.
Thanks to you too.
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