overheard conversation of jack and annette

          (inside a bar somewhere in some city)

          Annette - Let me draw a pack of cards and maybe that will
                    help you think.
          Jack  -   I don't want to know about myself.
          Annette - Well maybe you need to open up.
          Jack  -    The hell with that.  I'm fine as it is.
          Annette - You need to be on your good side.
          Jack  -    What's that supposed to mean?
          Annette - Nothing at all.  What'd you expect?
          Jack -     I don't know.  Maybe I'm not here.
          Annette - Oh stop being silly.  You just need to open up.
          Jack -     (sarcastically)  Open up and bleed.
          Annette - That's not necessary.  Just be yourself.
          Jack -     Which one of these hundred masks are me?
                    I'm tired.
                     I don't know where to sleep.
          Annette - (joking)  Make yourself a little cot of all your
                     shattered dreams.
          Jack -    (sarcastically)  Yes, maybe the splinters of glass
                     will help
                    ease my pain.  I talked with a pale-face ghost.
                     He told me
                    the truth but I can't really remember what he
                     said.
          Annette - (joking)  Are you sure you weren't dead?
          Jack -    Maybe.  Maybe I should be dead.
          Annette - Don't joke like that.
          Jack -     I'm not joking.
          Annette - Let me get you a beer.  That's what you need to
                     help you.
                    Or maybe a shoelace so your shoes won't fall
                     off.
          Jack -    A shoelace to trip me.
          Annette - (gives Jack a beer)  Here.  Drink this.
          Jack -     (gulps it down)  Don't do no good.
          Annette - How about some whiskey?
          Jack -     No.  I'd rather have water.  It cleanses more.
          Annette - Stop being cynical.
          Jack -    I'm not.  I'm being realistic.  I see where
                     everyone else is blind.
                    Everyone recites their clichés but they never
                     take the time to think
                    about what they mean or don't mean.  I think.
                     It seems that I'm cynical because I have eyes.
          Annette - See?  You're being cynical again.
          Jack -     Maybe it is you who are blind.
          Annette - (angrily)  Stop it!  You're making me so mad.
          Jack -     You should be glad.  Now I feel better.
          Annette - (disgusted)   Don't you care about anything?
          Jack -    Of course I do.  That's why I think.  You're not
                     cynical because you
                    don't think.  If you   thought you would be.
                     I know what things are really like.
          Annette - (yelling)  You make me so mad sometimes!  I do so
                      much for  you and you don't even care.
          Jack -    You must be barking up the wrong tree.
          Annette - (very angry and shouting) You don't care about
                     anything!  I hate you!
          (Annette runs out of the bar and slams the door.)
          Jack -    (calling after her)  Watch your step!
                   Jim?  Where's Jim?
          Jim -     Right behind you, Jack?  What can I do for you?
          Jack -   Give me a whiskey, Jim.
                    Give me a whiskey.