:28:00
- That's that.
- Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Ho, buddy. Ho, buddy.
:28:04
- It's okay.
- Get him out of here.
:28:06
- Thanks a lot!
- It's okay. His, uh- His mother just died.
:28:14
So you'll write another one.
You've got lots of ideas, right?
:28:17
No, I'm finished. I'm not a writer.
:28:19
I'm a middle school English teacher.
:28:23
Ah, the world doesn't give a shit
what I have to say.
:28:26
I'm unnecessary.
:28:29
I'm so insignificant,
I can't even kill myself.
:28:32
Miles, what the hell
is that supposed to mean?
:28:35
Come on, man. You know.
:28:37
Hemingway, Sexton, Plath, Woolf.
:28:40
You can't kill yourself
before you've even been published.
:28:45
What about the guy that wrote Confederacy Of Dunces?
:28:49
He committed suicide before he
was published. Look how famous he is.
:28:55
Thanks.
:28:59
Just don't give up. All right?
You're gonna make it.
:29:04
Half my life is over...
:29:07
and I have nothing
to show for it, nothing.
:29:10
I'm a thumbprint
on the window of a skyscraper.
:29:14
I'm a smudge of excrement
on a tissue...
:29:18
surging out to sea
with a million tons of raw sewage.
:29:22
See? Right there.
:29:24
Just what you just said?
That is beautiful.
:29:27
"A smudge of excrement
surging out to sea. "
:29:31
- Yeah.
- I could never write that.
:29:34
Neither could I, actually.
I think it's Bukowski.