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Okay, so i go to see Quentin Tarantino's new movie, which I'm real suprised about coming out so soon after Inglourious Basterds and heard is just sort of alright, and I'm bored with it just being Sam Jackson walking around some city acting grumpy. I am then Sam Jackson being grumpy and understand that the line going up some main street for what seems like miles is people in line to kill themselves. George Bush is president and he has some thing going on where he suggests Americans kill themselves now because the collective quality of American life is pretty much at its peak. I'm in this line just because and when I get to where it breaks off into another very long line, the one where I finally get to die, I say something Sam Jacksony like "Ah hell naw, motherfucker's make me sick" and start speed walking up the street away from the line. The people aren't even bummed, they're drinking icced coffees and talking about nothing like they're all in line to buy Kelly Clarkson tickets.
I don't remember where I went because my hotel is in the other direction but I'm walking back to it now saying to the line coming out the door and merging with the suicide line, "HEY, DON'T BE FUCKING IDIOTS." Inside my very weird hotel room with nothing in it but a fridge and a couch, I'm me again and my sister is sitting on the couch looking bummed, probably because she doesn't have anything cool to do and she knows she's probably going to die later that day because it's the thing to do, so I say "Hey, are you ending it all later?" She sort of shrug as if to say "Yeah probably, whatever dude." I wonder why she isn't just on the phone with my mom (because she calls her all the time when she's bored) and then remember that my mom is probably dead so I suggest doing something fun first. I think all we did was eat these really great salt and vinegar chips and then went outside where I was Sam Jackson again and yelled some more at everyone to stop being the dumbest people I'd ever seen.
I don't remember where I went because my hotel is in the other direction but I'm walking back to it now saying to the line coming out the door and merging with the suicide line, "HEY, DON'T BE FUCKING IDIOTS." Inside my very weird hotel room with nothing in it but a fridge and a couch, I'm me again and my sister is sitting on the couch looking bummed, probably because she doesn't have anything cool to do and she knows she's probably going to die later that day because it's the thing to do, so I say "Hey, are you ending it all later?" She sort of shrug as if to say "Yeah probably, whatever dude." I wonder why she isn't just on the phone with my mom (because she calls her all the time when she's bored) and then remember that my mom is probably dead so I suggest doing something fun first. I think all we did was eat these really great salt and vinegar chips and then went outside where I was Sam Jackson again and yelled some more at everyone to stop being the dumbest people I'd ever seen.