“Did you ever have to shoot anyone?”
“No, saw some people die though.”
“My father died right before my eyes. The television was on. It was Saturday afternoon. No one was around; my mother was out shopping. It’s why I hate sports.”
“Sorry to hear that. My father died when I was young.”
“How did he die?”
“Kicked by a horse.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No.”
“And your mother?”
“I never knew her.”
“Why is there a dog in the Parthenon?”
“That’s a roach. Let’s go someplace darker.”
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