Hostility

 You gotta be kidding me. You're working two part time jobs? At your age? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Everyone you respect is retired, and a lot of fools you don't respect too. Just retire, man. If they do it, you can do it too. It is time to chill, baby - you earned the right.

What do you mean you need the money? How can that be? You've been working for 50 years - FIFTY FUCKING YEARS! You must have put a couple of bucks away here and there. A 401K? Something?

NO? Shit, man I am sad to hear that. Yeah, I know you're sad too, I get it, it has got to suck. Yeah, I know - really, really sad. But there has to be a solution other than working four days a week, instead of sitting home with your feet up and a smile on your face.

What's that? I don't know, for Christ sake, it's not my job to solve your problems. I don't mean to sound like an asshole, bit I really don't know what to tell you.

How's your head? Are you OK? Alright, alright - you don't have to yell at me. I'm sorry that you are so sad, and so fucking mad. But you're doing what you have to do. Doesn't that give you any satisfaction?

It only embarrasses you? I guess I get that. You think your family and friends should have a reason to look up to you, and you feel like they don't. Like working two menial jobs makes you look like a loser.

Well, I don't know, man - they are supposed to love you. They probably do. Don't you think they won't judge you?

Oh, it doesn't matter what they say, it matters what they know. I don't know, man - I think you're being too harsh on yourself.

I know you're not having fun, I know you just want to be happy, I know you just want some peace before you die. You'll get there. Keep fighting.

OK. I give up. I'm not gonna change your mind, there is too much anger getting in the way.

Listen, man - let's grab a couple of beers and watch some football. You'd rather drink alone? That's not healthy, man. What? You say you're going to think things over? I think you're going to drink alone in the dark and feel sorry for yourself. If you kill your soul you'll kill yourself, you know. You gotta get over this.

OK, OK I am out of here. Will I see you tomorrow?

No guarantees - what kind of answer is that? I fucking love you, man - remember that.

Well fuck you too.