On the Sidewalk: Smoking

-Who's this guy?
-Hey. I'm Jeffrey.
-Jeffrey, I'm Aaron. I'm the guy who make hundred and fifty a day.
-Oh yeah?
-Just picking bottles. I pick all day, buy big ol' bags of weed. And wine. I drink wine.
-Livin the life, huh?
-Livin free. Livin free. Whattayou live for?
-Uh... Geeze. That's a good question.
-I know what you live for. The paycheck. The government. How much will they give you, how high you gotta jump, can't wait for the check. Me, I just live free.
-No man, I try not to live for the government. I live for my family. For sure.
-I'm just a drunk guy, what do I know?

Two Tables: McDonald's

-Hey
. . .
-Hey man!
. . .
-Hey man, what are you tryna sell?
-Huh?
-What are you tryna sell?
-Oh. Uh. Nothing. It's just my lunch and stuff.
-Ah. Ok.
. . .
. . .
. . .
-You're not selling nothing?
-What?
-What are you selling?
-I'm not selling anything, man. It's my lunch.
-Whattayou need a lunch for?
-I'm going to work just down the street, and I'm gonna eat lunch.
-You working?
-Yeah.
-You got a job?
-Yes.
-Okay. Alright. Whatchyou eating?

In Line: Chapters

-But I really liked it there. It wasn't bad. The only thing I didn't like was how they locked you in your room for an hour. Or maybe three hours a day.
-Every day?
-Yep.
-How long did you say?
-Just an hour. Or three hours. They wanted routine. They really wanted us to be in a routine. So we knew what the hell we were doing. But the guys I met there were awesome. I mean totally buggered up, but there was one guy. I don't know why he was there. Wasn't Irish. His daddy must've been in Ireland for whatever reason, but he was just one bad-assed mother fucker, tattoos on his face and his whole body. But he really liked me for some reason. And he was all, before he left he was all, Chet. You're my blood brother. Anyone ever mess with you after you leave, you call me up. And I'll kill them. I'll feckin kill them. Hahaha. But he was on methadone as often as he could be.
-Is that right? 

Over the Counter: Starbucks

-Good Morning, how're you?
-Oh, could be better. Pretty rough morn—
-I'm feeling energized! Gonna be a Beautiful day.

Amongst the Shelves: Chapters

-You wanna go out for a smoke.
-Yes!
-Haha. Okay.
-I need to bum one though.
-Damn. I was gonna bum one from you.
-Let's go get some.
-Okay then.
-Man, I haven't had a smoke for so long. I'm so excited.
-What? You quit?
-Yeah, but I'm so pumped for this smoke.
-Hey I'm not letting you smoke if you quit.
-Shut up, I'm not six years old. I can make my own decisions.
-Haha, yeah right. You're just a baby.
-I'm not a baby. I am old balls.
-Old balls?
-Old. Friggen. Balls.
-Haha.
-I am old balls, and I'll smoke if I want to. I'm smoking. Today. Right now.

In the Locker Room: University of Regina

-Must be a full moon tonight. Everyone's horny.
-Hahahahaha.
-I bet that's why it's so busy today.
-Seriously?
-Don't you ever wanna work out when you're horny? When you know you won't get some?
-Never thought about it.
-I do. I think it's just true. Gotta release the tensions. Haha.
-So all these guys won't be getting some tonight? Hahaha.
-Hahaha. I dunno! Haha.
-Well looks like I'll be gettin some. Hahaha.
-More for us! Hahaha.
-Hahahaha. 

By the Fire: Starbucks

-What the hell's going on with this ISIS bullshit?
-What'd they do now?
-Ah, there's nothing in here today, but I guess we're supposed to be scared of em?
-It's all nonsense to me. I bet their all Americans.
-Americans?
-Tryin to start another war or something. Make some money.
-D'you see those videos of them cutting kids' heads off?
-I saw em, sure, but what the hell? I don't know.
-Haha. Me neither. Can't see how we're s'posed to be scared of em over here.
-It's fucked up man.
-Hahaha. No kidding.
-They got American guns hanging on their shoulders, I know that much.