I’m tellin’ ya, Chuck, both as your friend, AND an asshole, that dame’s just no damn good for you. You like music; she likes acting. And that director she’s datin’? Holy Hell, boy, did you see the rings on his fingers? Now THAT cat knows how to shine! You, not so much, but, hey, your features are a little more… concealed, ya know what I mean? You don’t need all that money, and all that panache, to get people to follow you. You don’t get hung up on those petty things, man. A nature boy like you, who's into the finer things, you could have any number of women if you wanted, man, ones that’d follow you into Hell if you were to ask that of ‘em.
You just need a place to get away from it all, Chuck; get out of town for a bit, clear your head. Oh? You’ve got a stead out in the boonies, eh? Lots of camping room, a couple shacks… sounds like a real good place to cut loose, man.
You don’t say? Chuck, if anyone else’d told me you were into that kind of action, I’d’ve called ‘em a liar! But, just to keep things on the up-an’-up, if you ever need, boy do I know a dealer that can keep you hip-deep in the stuff.
Man, will you please forget about Sharon? She’s nothing for you to worry about anymore, man! I know you dig her, cat, but come on, already!
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