New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws, glasses, the money, the fucking gratitude, be mine.

Listen to me, I elaborate, barely wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, I know, I know, I know. See, as you live your life, you'll find yourself getting into conflicts,

you eventually start hearing the phrase, there's two sides to every story.

Hmm, I can be clear, that's their side, and then there's your side.

Now, you've seen it in sitcoms for years.

Two roommates get into an argument and causes them to draw a silly ass line down the middle of the apartment.

So, time is tape or something like that. They separate the whole damn room.

Now, I always find that to be funny. I mean, one of them winds up having the bathroom on one side,

and the other one has the kitchen on the other damn side.

And I always wonder, which side I don't want?

Well, I want the side with the bathroom, and now I got an order, take out all the damn time.

Oh, but I want the side with the kitchen, and they be having to wash my ass, and then the fucking kitchen sink.

Hmm, I don't know. There are no right answers to this, Miles. It's your preference.

I would want the one with the door to get out.

You know what? I like that too, because you have to go through the goddamn window all the time.

Especially if there's no fire escape or anything.

Yeah, you stuck. You do not allow across that line. You already made an agreement. We split the apartment up.

It's always just really unrealistic that they even think they're going to be able to live like that.

No, I would do Miles. Here's where I would do.

I would, I would have to come over there, but I would make a toll plaza, and I would be sitting in a little toll plaza,

and Charles Joe asked a toll to come on the side of the goddamn room to walk past me and go to work.

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