This business. It’s a mess. What to do? Needs a cleaning. No doubt about it, he said. We think we know what we’re doing, but we don’t.  Haven’t the slightest clue.  All this talk. Of nothing. Just jibber-jabber. Speaking to hear yourself speak. And who are you speaking to? he lit a cigarette. No one. Because no one wants to hear you. They gave up years ago, he paced the room. Do you think for one second you have their attention? Rest assured, you do not, he poured a whiskey.  You’ve gotten old. People laugh at you. You’re nothing more than a stupid little fat man running about, looking for a seat in musical chairs. This is what it comes to. Soon, you’ll be non-existent. Gone. And here’s the sad part. No one will notice.

Cheers.