Self-Loathing Nighttime Conversations

You will hate this.

This is where I store scraps of conversations that I have with people in New York City. Because I sorta hate myself, most of these conversations are with or about girls. Most scenes take place in bars or beds.

I warned you.

The War

Me: The commenters are winning.
Him: To the victors go the spoils.
Me: That's grim.