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20. A photo of something you enjoy doing. 11\/2009. Adam plays video games.<\/p><\/div>\n

Video games. My constant companion. \u00c2\u00a0Lots of debate lately about whether or not video games can be considered “art” and I don’t know where I come down on that. Games contain art: graphics, story, even the programming can be artistic. Elegant, beautiful. But are they art themselves? Well. My response is: Blah blah blah. Let me shoot something.<\/p>\n

Wakka wakka.<\/p>\n

What was yesterday’s word count? Oh. I didn’t post one. Good. Today, we’re at 36,278, and nobody has to know that I wrote absolutely nothing yesterday.<\/p>\n

Alright. Here’s the second half of that phone conversation from the other day. Be warned, it’s very sweary.<\/p>\n

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I heard a female voice yelling in the background. It was unmistakably Paul\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wife, Paulette. No, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not kidding about that. You can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make this stuff up. It was unfortunate, but the heart wants what the heart wants; you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t choose your soul mate. They were definitely made for each other, right down to their names. If I ever met a girl named Arthurina, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d want to get to know her because undoubtedly we were meant to be together.
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Paul! Get off the fucking phone! You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re supposed to be tending the fucking grill!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hold on, Art,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Paul said. I could hear the noise of him lowering the phone and cupping the mouthpiece. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m fucking talking to Art, Goddamn it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I could still hear him as clearly as if he were speaking directly into the phone. They yelled at each other like nobody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s business, but it was all out of love. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Get off my fucking back!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Paulette\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s response was not as clear. I could hear that she was yelling, but Pauls hand did manage to muffle that.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m fucking trying to do, Paulette!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d was Paul\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reply. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s why I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m on the fucking phone with him!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Again, Paulette\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s muffled response.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He knows to bring some beer!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Paul yelled. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You think he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a fucking idiot? You think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a fucking idiot? You think I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell him to bring some beer? You think I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell him to bring some food? A dish to fucking pass? Like some fucking pasta salad?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Real quick, Paul was back: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Art, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to bring some pasta salad, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Before I could reply, he was gone again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, he said he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gonna bring some pasta salad. Now get off my back!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He brought the phone back to his face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sorry about that, Art.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No worries, Paul,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell Paulette I said hello.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Paul yelled away from the phone. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Art says hi!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Paulette\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s response \u00e2\u20ac\u201c \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hi, Art! Get your fucking ass over here!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u201c was clearly audible.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153She says for you to get your \u00e2\u20ac\u201c\u00e2\u20ac\u0153 Paul said.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, Paul, I heard her. In case you hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t noticed, your wife is loud as hell.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all this about losing your Saturday?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shit, man, that means tomorrow\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Monday,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I sighed, realizing the implications. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I only get one day away from Cola?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I shuddered.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What a drag,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Paul said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But hey, look, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d really better get your ass over here. You feeling alright?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What? Yeah. I feel great. Better than I have in a few days, actually.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one benefit of sleeping a day and a half, huh? Maybe you just really needed it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I guess. After Friday night, I must have. Dude, it was so crazy. After you left O\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Irish, I was about to leave but I heard this noise coming from the woods \u00e2\u20ac\u201c\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<\/p>\n

I was interrupted by another shriek from Paulette: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Paul, get the fuck off the fucking phone and come make a fucking hamburger for your fucking son!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Art, I really gotta go. Just come over here and we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll talk, ok?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, yeah, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m on my way.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t forget to take a shower,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Paul said, and hung up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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