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Tie-breaker | Nov 05 2002

So I ask Ben what he’s been up to and he says he hasn’t been up to anything, he hasn’t done anything, he’s been doing nothing for a whole week, for a whole week he hasn’t done one goddamn fucking thing, so I say, “What do you mean you haven’t done anything?” and he says, “I haven’t produced anything,” so I say, “Come on, you must have produced something,” but he says, “No, no, I haven’t produced anything. I swear it. I swear. Nothing,” so I say, “Well, what about number one, what about number two? Have you made number one, have you made number two?” “Well, yeah, okay,” he says, “I’ve made those,” and then all of a sudden he gets incredibly excited and says, “Fuck, man, it’s the fucking tie-breaker,” so I go, “What do you mean? What fucking tie-breaker?” and he goes, “It’s the fucking tie-breaker,” only I don’t know what he’s talking about, so I say, “What are you fucking talking about?” and he says, “It’s the fucking tie-breaker. There’s first degree murder and second degree murder and third degree murder, and first degree is so much worse, man, because you plan it, but then there’s first degree burns and second degree burns and third degree burns, and third degree is so much worse,” and then he gives this whole fucking technical explanation about the epidermis, because Ben knows all this shit about the epidermis, and he’s telling me all this shit because of number one and number two, because that’s the tie-breaker, because going number two is more intense than going number one, so that’s the fucking tie-breaker, and finally I understand what he’s talking about, and he’s so fucking happy, and you know, life is made up of this kind of shit.