Conversation · Andre

"Oh, that's all fine, of course" he rushes to reassure you. "But these people -- they're also spooky."

"I won't stand for narcomaniacs of any kind. No narcomaniacs on my watch." (Shake your head gravely.)

"Yes, yes. And the worst part is -- they're also spooky."

"I feel like you may be laying this on a bit thick. What's really so bad about these 'dopeheads' and 'burnouts'?"

"They're spooky."

An attempt to pander to your perceived conservative sensibilities. No person his age would ever use a word like narcomania with a straight face. Don't fall for it!

"Enough histrionics. What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Was there something you wanted? Your friend Acele said there was a problem with the church."

"Oh, so you've met her? Good, good." He nods.

He's not as glad as he would like you to think. There is concern in his voice.

"Yeah -- it's a matter of occupied ecclesiastical property. I bet you've noticed the derelict hive of narcomania on the coast?"

"There's no need. The place is pretty bad."

"Which brings me to the problem of occupied ecclesiastical property. I bet you've noticed the derelict hive of narcomania on the coast?"

"Next time, watch yourself."

"I will, law-man." The young man nods and drops a drill chuck into a plastic container.

"Wait, how many music venues have you organized?"

"We have many in the pipeline, officer."

That means they haven't set up a single one yet.

Don't shake it.

"This is my posse: Noid..." He pauses with his hand still hanging in the air.

Do it. Do it for art.