A Few Good Amends

One of my graduate school friends was debating about adding something new to an almost finished piece of writing. Serious school writing. So I borrowed some Jack Nick dialogue from a movie and re-worked it for her entertainment:

Son, we live in a world that has articles, and those articles have to be guarded by men with erasers. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Whine-butt? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the paragraph you had a little while ago, and you curse the merged lines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not remembering what I remember. That "What-you-had-a-little-while-ago's" death, while tragic, probably saved lines. And my grad school existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lines. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like on-time, co-ed, 'go get me a chai tea'. We use these words as the backbone of a semester spent upending, I mean, appending something. You use them as a trash can liner. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very verbosity that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "I think like you", and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a Bik Wite-Out, and revise a post. Either way, I don't give a d@mn what you think you are entitled to.