barret: that man was dead!
me: yeah, i know
barret: how'd you know?
me: because i saw him hunched over in the same position on my way to dinner, with three police officers hanging out near him. they were making small talk about switching shifts with someone.
barret: well, the guy with the cane told me.
me: did he know him?
barret: he said that he used to hang out under the bridge all day drinking. i asked him what he died of, and he said, he spent all day hanging out under the bridge drinking.
me: it's so depressing, isn't it? i mean, one minute you're alive, and then it's all gone. you're left on a bench--
barret: please! don't ruin my first dead guy for me! stop saying stuff!
me: sorry. i'll see you tomorrow. love you.
barret: love.
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