[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend. ” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous events. “So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested. ” “Huh?” I say.
I played a father a few times. You don't have to shoot heroin to play a heroin addict. . . I'm not running for president but I could play a candidate. Most of the time, you don't really have to have those things in your life to understand what they're like.