“At least there’s a silver lining.”

“Don’t fucking start.”

“What! I’m just trying to make you feel a little better.”

“Well stop it. It’s not helping. My silver linings are always like finding five nickels after losing fifty bucks. It doesn’t actually make me feel any better. And thinking about all the other less fortunate fucks out there makes me feel even worse because then I feel guilty about feeling bad. Can’t I just feel bad when something bad happens?”

“Does it help?”

“Yes. No. I don’t fucking know. I told you I was in a mood but no you just had to come and pick me up anyway. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Maybe we should go to the beach. I heard there’s like positive ions in the air or something.”

“The nearest beach is two hours away.”

“Good it’ll be something else you can complain about AND you get to be miserable on the way there too. Win-win for you.”

“You can be a real asshole sometimes.”

“Hey, what are friends for? And who knows, maybe something cool will be happening at the beach.