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psocoptera30.3 has been delayed due to actual creativity, but here's the next one:
"Time out," Zack Morris said. He set the tips of his right-hand fingers carefully against his left palm and peered at his hands for a moment.
"I don't even know what I'm doing," he said. "Where did I go wrong, huh? Where did we all... one day you're a kid in college, and, and the next, man, get this: here's me," ticking people off on his fingers, "here's Lis' the cokehead, Jessie's stripping in Vegas, Screech got, he got fired when Belding found out about the porn, it's been years since anybody even heard from Slater."
He stopped to try to figure out how many years... it was a lot, he was pretty sure.
"My wife... my wife got these new tits, they're huge, I should be fucking thrilled, right? They don't even feel like her. Don't move right... used to watch her at cheerleading practice, go watch her shwim..."
He blinked blearily. "What the hell is the point? I just turned thirty and I'm nowhere. You know where I'm gonna be when I'm forty? Nowhere. Shoulda gone to Yale. You know what I'm gonna do? Just never time in. Jus' shtop right here, 'fore things can get annnnny worse. No time in!" That came out a little loud.
"Hey, hey, hey," the bartender said. "Sir, I think I'm going to have to cut -"
The phone rang and he turned to answer it.
"Shaved by the b..." Zack mumbled into his drink.
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I feel like I should be putting in footnotes with wikipedia citations for this one. Go poke around if you're curious. Little creativity was employed in the writing of this scene.
"Time out," Zack Morris said. He set the tips of his right-hand fingers carefully against his left palm and peered at his hands for a moment.
"I don't even know what I'm doing," he said. "Where did I go wrong, huh? Where did we all... one day you're a kid in college, and, and the next, man, get this: here's me," ticking people off on his fingers, "here's Lis' the cokehead, Jessie's stripping in Vegas, Screech got, he got fired when Belding found out about the porn, it's been years since anybody even heard from Slater."
He stopped to try to figure out how many years... it was a lot, he was pretty sure.
"My wife... my wife got these new tits, they're huge, I should be fucking thrilled, right? They don't even feel like her. Don't move right... used to watch her at cheerleading practice, go watch her shwim..."
He blinked blearily. "What the hell is the point? I just turned thirty and I'm nowhere. You know where I'm gonna be when I'm forty? Nowhere. Shoulda gone to Yale. You know what I'm gonna do? Just never time in. Jus' shtop right here, 'fore things can get annnnny worse. No time in!" That came out a little loud.
"Hey, hey, hey," the bartender said. "Sir, I think I'm going to have to cut -"
The phone rang and he turned to answer it.
"Shaved by the b..." Zack mumbled into his drink.
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I feel like I should be putting in footnotes with wikipedia citations for this one. Go poke around if you're curious. Little creativity was employed in the writing of this scene.
