A shred of self-respect

I'm depressed, man. Money problems, I'm not going to my family reunion, and I'm almost out of weed with no money to buy any more.

I'm sorry, farmboy. I wish I could help.

I wish you could too, man. The money problems are the worst. I fuckin' hate 'em, you know? 

I know.

Man, I don't know. I'm not desperate yet, and I'm trying to hold on to a shred of self-respect. I keep trying to figure out things.

And you will, farmboy.

I know. It's just the fuckin' journey there that pisses me off.