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I Stare Into A Thin, Web-like Crack Above The Urinal's Handle And Think To Myself That If I Were To Disappear Into That Crack, Say Somehow Miniaturize And Slip Into It, The Odds Are Good That No One Would Notice I Was Gone. No... One... Would... Care. In Fact Some, If They Noticed My Absence, Might Feel An Odd, Indefinable Sense Of Relief. This Is True: The World Is Better Off With Some People Gone. Our Lives Are Not All Interconnected. That Theory Is Crock. Some People Truly Do Not Need To Be Here.

And," Price Adds, Smiling, "if Another Round Of Bellinis Comes Within A Twenty-foot Radius Of Our Table We Are Going To Set The Maitre D' On Fire. So You Know, Warn Him.

And As The Elevator Descents, Passing The Second Floor, And The First Floor, Going Even Father Down, I Realize That The Money Doesn't Matter. That All That Does Is That I Want To See The Worst

Writing A Novel Is Not Method Acting And I Find It Easy To Step Out Of It At Cocktail Hour.

If You Come At Movies With Your Own Sense Of Morality And Not Your Own Sense Of Aesthetics, I Think You're Screwed. I Think That's Not A Way To Look At Movies.