Arguing With Myself

"After a while, we all try to rationalize it. To explain it. To tell ourselves that we're stronger, and that it doesn't hurt, that we've been through this shit before and we know how to deal with it. What do we do after? What is the unavoidable dead end that follows? This. Two guys, no girls, crying game music and a shitload of beer."
"You're really pissed today, aren't you?"
"Well, my girl just up and left me for no reason. Ok, so there is a reason. Other dude was pulling major cash from his parents. Still pisses me off."
"Man, at least there's logic behind her thinking"
"What's logic and relationships gotta do with each other. There is no logical reason for which anyone decides to slow down and start dreaming"
"True, but your only other option is getting a girl that won't look at your wallet but'll try and change you and all that."
"Why can't people see each other for who they are, disfunctional, wrong, destructive... perfectly imperfect..."
"Shit, I've no idea. Maybe it's best like that... you know, if we're already fucked up, might as well be fucked up together. Know what I mean?
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. None of that ying-yang shit."
"Exactly!!"
"Still, you're wrong on one thing."
"What's that?"
"You could always get a combo deal..."
"What??"
"You know, one of those girls that'll do you both ways."
"Word" he says with a laugh.