Feb 28 2010
WP: Too Deep
Just a little short bit from a bit later on in ‘Too Deep’ than where I’m at right now.
“I can’t believe you brought me here,” Roy says, “These people are clearly in league with the same oppressive government that we fought to overthrow. How else would they have come through with so much.”
I’m done at this point. Roy and all his entitlement bullshit. How much did he actually deal with? Yet he acts like he had it so rough, and like he actually fought for anything, “Seriously?” I ask him, “I have friends who live in there. People who did a whole lot more than you ever did.”
“Excuse me?” he turns back hands still on the motorbike helmet, and puts it forcefully down on the bitch seat, “Are you saying I don’t know what I’m talking about?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying!” I tell him, “Have you ever worried for anything in your life except if the spa was out of spa filters or if Daddy wouldn’t pay for your car to get charged? What did you actually do during the war? Paint a fallout shelter? Pay someone to paint a fallout shelter? That woman in there housed pilots, kept them hidden from the authorities, her husband worked his way up through the ranks of Magill by coming up with sneakier ways to supply the resistance with much needed medical supplies and ammunition…”
Roy is actually unable to talk for a moment, but then, “Bull. Shit,” he says, “You’re just trying to make me feel sorry for them. Look at where they’re living!”
“If you’re going to be a douchebag go back to school. I’ll find my own way home.”
