Bill and Jim sit on a park bench, holding cups of coffee acquired from their local diner. Coffee, to them, is a ritual, an experience to be savored. It would not be uncommon for them to nurse those cups of coffee over the span of many hours. They don’t see the coffee as getting cold. They see that as the natural progression of things. From hot, to lukewarm, to cold. That’s simply what life offers.
Both men have thick Chicago accents.
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Bill: What is it the man said about pornography?
Jim: I know it when I see it.
Bill: He wasn’t wrong.
Jim: No, he was not.
Bill: You ever wonder about birds?
Jim: Birds?
Bill: Birds.
Jim: No, I never wonder about birds.
Bill: I wonder about birds.
Jim: What is it you wonder?
Bill: I wonder if they know what’s going on.
Jim: Going on where?
Bill: Here. Over there. All around.
Jim: You mean, do the birds know we’re two guys having a coffee and a conversation?
Bill: If you want.
Jim: No, I doubt they do.
Bill: So you think the whole world is just random to birds?
Jim: I think that’s a fair assessment.
