Are You Here

And honestly...

I wake up happy.

I mean, I'm that guy.

I've got enough

of everything I need.

I'm single,

I like a party,

and I'm old enough

to enjoy it.

Young enough

to enjoy it.

I want to do something,

and I do it.

There seems to

be a little problem.

Oh. Must be

the magnetic stripe.

And the weird thing is

I know it's all a clich.

No strings,

no obligations,

but what's

the alternative?

Get into some life,

wife, kids,

some kind of car

with too many seats?

That's a world where you

have to do whatever it is

other people want you

to do to keep it going.

It's prostitution

when you think about it.

But there is a nagging feeling

that I'm missing something.

Sorry, I don't know

what the problem is.

No, it's not

your fault.

That should do it.

And maybe in the end,

I'm worrying for nothing.

I mean, I'm not

at this stage of my life

where I have to worry

about most of this stuff.

Maybe I never will.

I must sound pretty selfish.

Or just drunk.

This is no good either.

You're kidding.

Are you serious?

Whoa.

Come on, wait.

You know

I have money.

I just don't have any on me...

or on my credit cards,

but I get paid all the time,

and a lot.

Maybe next time.

Car fare?

And by the way...

as someone whose life

really is prostitution,

I can tell you that until you're

actually f*cking for a living,

you shouldn't be complaining.

Wait a minute.

That's not what I meant.

Thanks for the drink.

Call Beverly if you want

to make it up to me.

Good evening.

Oh, shit.

Hello?

Hey.

Ah, Jesus!

You have the right

to remain silent.

Oh, wait.

Stop.

Ow!

Don't test me!

Stop!

I warn you,

lam a yellow belt.

Stop.

Stop!

Stop! Relax!

It's me!

Jesus!

What is wrong with you?

I heard a noise.

Ah...

Turn right...

I heard a noise.

Everything is cool.

There's nobody there.

I swear.

It's all right.

Five-four-three-two-one-zero.

Ignition. Lift-off.

I guess that's really what I've

been trying to write about.

I mean, who are we

trying to fool?

We 're not only animals, we're

the worst animals there are.

Why do we eat meat?

The Greek gods dined

on ambrosia and nectar,

but we need to incorporate

other species into us.

Look at Christianity.

"This is my body.

This is my blood.

That's why I'm doing this chapter

about the genocide in Rwanda.

The Tutsis were vegetarians,

and the Hutus were ranchers,

who eat meat,

and they regarded the Tutsis

as monkeys, as animals,

and that's why they had no trouble

killing them. Don't you think?

Honestly, Ben,

I don't know why

the farmer and the cowhand

can't be friends.

But I do know

that part of the reason

why some people regard

other people as animals

is because they don't observe

the social conventions

most of us take

for granted.

Every human function

is disgusting in our society.

I side with the public

on this one.

I know what I am...

and that's an animal.

I'm human,

but animal.

You're wasting a lot of

thought on something

that's not going

to get you high or laid.

I always say, "if it ain't

broke, don't fix it."

Well, you're very wise.

And broke.

That is so uncool.

Can't I just take

some money back?

I get paid very soon,

and when I do,

I'm going to float you

another loan.

Until then, I'd like to

borrow back what I lent you.

Why do you need to leave?

You just going to go out there

and be part of the machine?

Hey, that machine is what

keeps you in all this.

Now you know there's no one

out there today, right?

Yeah.

So just hold it together

and do whatever it is you do.

I'm writing a book.

What is it that you do?

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