I said, “What? You’re acting like it was my dream.”
“Well you’re the one telling it to me.”
“I’m just telling you what he told me.”
“He’s a good looking guy, but …. I mean, It’s sick,” she said. “It’s the sickest thing I’ve ever heard. Your friend is sick. All your friends are sick… sick musicians… sick actors… sick painters… they’re all sick…. sick in the head… sick in the heart.. sick in the soul, if they have one….just plain sick.”
“It’s not their dream,” I said.
“No, but they’re sick all the same,” she said. “All their dreams are sick.”
“They’re just men… all guys are sort of disgusting… I shouldn’t have told you….”
“And you’re the vilest of them all … just for having friends like that… It’s sick.”
I said, “What?”