Albert snaps his briefcase closed.
Anything we should be working on?
Practice walking without dragging your knuckles on the
He moves to leave, but Truman blocks his path.
Albert, you make fun of everyone and everything and
then act like you deserve an award for it. That's just not
right. Get out of here before I do something I won't
While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact of the
matter is I'm merely a naysayer and hatchet man in the
fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch
and would gladly take another because I choose to live
my life in the company of Ghandi and King. My
concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge,
aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a
method . . . is love. I love you, Sheriff Truman.
Albert leaves. Truman turns to Cooper. A beat.
Albert's path is a strange and difficult one.
Well, I, for one, think I made a genuine attempt to talk things over with Andrea, but apparently, I'm always nasty.
My role in her not-so-rich inner fantasy life, I expect.
The one was too much, apparently.
Unless you count the trackbacks, though I've never been fond of the whole interspersing those with comments thing my own self. That's why I'm not linking her again in this entry; there's a couple links to choose from here already, and I imagine she'd manage to interpret MT automagically adding a trackback as me violating her boundaries or somesuch hysterical nonsense.
And, um, could someone possibly mention to her the whole "boy" thing? At first, I though she was joking, but since my opinion of her intelligence has been drifting ever downwards, right now I'm honestly not sure if she is or not.
And yes, I could jump all over that "people like this" line.
I choose not to.