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Scenes from True Life
Mar. 24th, 2009 07:35 pmExterior apartment building, night. Woman stands in front of door, key in hand. She looks down at the door mat. She prods the sandy, sodden edge of it with a toe.
MAN: "I live in front of building. Worse there."
WOMAN: LAUGHS, UNLOCKS DOOR, WALKS INSIDE.
In a YouTube comments section, as part of a spirited discussion about whether a shout in the song is HEY, HI, AY, or OY:
K: I got into a five hour argument(in real life) over how old beowulf was when he died. DO NOT complain. These are a few sentences. That was a violent argument, and i actually threw a chair.
G: Did you come to an agreement (on Beowulf's final age)?
K: No, someone called the police due to the 'chair' thing.
... oh, internet. Every time I lose faith in humanity, I can come back to you and either gain it back, or lose the rest of it.
MAN: "I live in front of building. Worse there."
WOMAN: LAUGHS, UNLOCKS DOOR, WALKS INSIDE.
In a YouTube comments section, as part of a spirited discussion about whether a shout in the song is HEY, HI, AY, or OY:
K: I got into a five hour argument(in real life) over how old beowulf was when he died. DO NOT complain. These are a few sentences. That was a violent argument, and i actually threw a chair.
G: Did you come to an agreement (on Beowulf's final age)?
K: No, someone called the police due to the 'chair' thing.
... oh, internet. Every time I lose faith in humanity, I can come back to you and either gain it back, or lose the rest of it.
