Aaron frowns as Richard flips through the channels, finally settling on something showing NASCAR .

“Get that shit off my television.”

“It’s all the wonders of modern society’s crumbling before your very eyes.”

“You write one stupid article and suddenly you’re the one to comment on the crumbling of society.”

“Everyone loved my article.”

“Everyone loves your mouth, but it isn’t because of your writing skills.”

“It’s not my fault God blessed me with this perfect face.”

“No, but it’s surely Satan’s fault that I met you.”

“Ah, Aaron, I’m hurt, you have to come over here and watch to make it up to me.”

“I think if I started calling everyone right now, we could stage an intervention on your filthy habits.”

“Nope, there were five last week, including one to get Nathaniel to stop buying so much shit for his dogs, no one is allowed to hold one for another week.”

“I can’t believe I went to Princeton to end up here.”

Richard looks over the back of the couch, “Everyone ends up here.”