Mikey Flynn discusses the art of great conversation and examines Vanessa Van Edward's guide to same, point by point.
Dick is a resident in the high secure unit at Narrowless prison. In this episode, he has a session with the prison shrink
I got talking with this American dude at the Dog and Duck. He was from Arizona or someplace. Not a happy bunny. His horse just ran and he’d blown a thousand bucks. He was sitting there half wasted at the bar, drowning his sorrows. I asked him how he was liking London.
I woke up today, just as I did yesterday, and the day before that, and switched on the radio and heard the usual bullshit from broadcasters, and politicians, and people trying to convince me to buy whatever theory they were peddling in that hour, my brain shut down, because, honestly, it has reached overload, nothing more can go in, and nothing much comes out, I have nothing to say, no words left to speak, I keep a silent vigil in my mind, alert to the lies, the exaggerations, the vanities and cruelties of the world, all of which leaves me numb, and full of fear, there is no gate through which I can escape this network, unless I kill myself on the train track, or throw myself from the nearest rooftop, neither of which is within my power, because I don’t wish to die, I wish to live, but by my own rules, not those imposed upon me by the plutocrats and oligarchs who run this tattered globe.
So long, David
Flynn is seeing a psychiatrist; the last session goes horribly, horribly wrong. Or perhaps it's all in the mind.
What all da fuss about Trump? Ee is wonderfool, wonderfool I tell ya. I never met such a man, such balls, such courage, where ee get ’em from? Ees Pops? Ee leads in all da polls, for sure, for certain ee’s gonna be next prez. Ee’s gonna make Americans great again, no more o’ dis bullshit populations, but hey! I is legitimate, my Moms was born here back in da 1950’s, an’ she was here for more’n a week, so I is pure American bona fide legitimate one hunner percent no lie. I love da man, ee gonna tax da rich, and hep da poor, ee got a heart of gold, literally, one hunner carat gold, pure grade, luxury item. Ee gonna make America great again. Ee’s gonna get rid of da bullshit, basically dem ones comin’ in to steal our jobs and rapes our women, yeah, ee gonna whup terrorists, and keep out da muzzies. An Melania, boys what a first lady she makes. Bootifool, like a picture from a magazine, can’t remember witch, but a pretty good magazine too. I give her one any day o’ da weeks. Oh yeah, an now, the UK’s wanna banish him into Great Britain, bullshit! Is an honor for to have such a man – I play pool wid him any day of da weeks. Gotta go, missus callin me to pick up some groceries and shit, sayin’ like she ain’t got nuff to pay da bill. Women!