H: You're a Christian, yeah?
C: No.
H: Well, then what do you got the cross for in your apartment?
C: That's a form of meditation. I contemplate the moment in the garden, the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.
H: But you're not a Christian so what do you believe?
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: ....
C: Look, I consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I'm what's called a pessimist.
H: Uhm, okay. What's that mean?
C: Means I'm bad at parties.
H: Hah. Let me tell you. You ain't great outside of parties either.


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