Yes my friend believe it

Nick: who are you?
B: I am me
Nick: but what if you weren't
B: who am I kidding I don't know who I am
Nick: is it the journey that matters or the quest, the goal. Is the world indifferent to the plights and sufferings as well as the joys and lustful actions? Or is it simply a question of relativity? How much are you experiencing in relation to what you have experienced? Does it come out even? Is it possible to be screwed from the womb?
B: I would say so
Nick: yes my friend believe it

Nick: I think I can get you some drugs if you need um, some zoloft?
B: LOL, no I'm good
Nick: are you sure?
B: I have vicodin if needed from my surgery
Nick: I can make a mad vicodin, zoloft, vodka cocktail on the rocks
B: of death
Nick: shaken not stirred, well I only promise you will not be depressed anymore,living is another thing all together
B: living is gay
Nick: plus I can guarantee that you will feel no pain, you probable couldn't even feel anything, even if I poked you with a stick
B: o man, that's awesome
Nick: yes my friend believe it

Nick: maybe there is a whole hidden race
Josh: that eats hot
Nick: whose sole purpose is to be everywhere you are not, anywhere were you can not see, they stay out of pictures and TV but only for the channels and magazine you watch and look at, what if they hide behind your shadow and every time you move bam there right there, feel their cold breath down your neck, a itch on back, where you know they are touching you
Josh: tis true
Nick: yes my friend believe it