We're talking so much about me I feel kinda like I'm hogging the conversation. Don't get me wrong -- I loooove talking about me and will probably continue talking about me for as long as we know each other, but I like to be in on all the 411 with people I know.
So tell me about you. I know you're rich, or were rich, so don't worry about that.
[Well. It would take one to know one, wouldn’t it? That doesn’t make him any less annoyed, nor any more eager to talk about his fall from grace.
[Even so.]
Was. My family lost everything, my father is in prison, my mother sends me an obligatory text once a year if she bothers to remember I exist, and I’m a high school Latin teacher to a bunch of stuck up little prep school pricks.
[He has maybe been drinking a little (also, maybe it doesn’t feel so bad to vent this frustration every once in a blue moon, okay?), but it’s not much more than she could learn just by googling his last name. The Whelk Family Scandal was not a quiet one.]
My life isn’t interesting. There isn’t much else to tell.
no subject
[Oh, please.]
no subject
So tell me about you. I know you're rich, or were rich, so don't worry about that.
no subject
[Even so.]
Was. My family lost everything, my father is in prison, my mother sends me an obligatory text once a year if she bothers to remember I exist, and I’m a high school Latin teacher to a bunch of stuck up little prep school pricks.
[He has maybe been drinking a little (also, maybe it doesn’t feel so bad to vent this frustration every once in a blue moon, okay?), but it’s not much more than she could learn just by googling his last name. The Whelk Family Scandal was not a quiet one.]
My life isn’t interesting. There isn’t much else to tell.
So, now you know everything. Congratulations.
[Well, not everything, of course.]