Sometimes I talk to myself. It's the only way I can have an intelligent conversation....
Self1 - You've got to get over this baseball stadium conspiracy stuff. People think you are crazy.
Self2 - I am.
Self1 - No, I mean like 'I see dead people' crazy. Like, you know, dellusional
Self2 - Well, they don't know what I know. Just because I don't have gonads big enough to put it out doesn't mean...
Self1 - You need hard evidence, not feelings and innuendo. Otherwise you are seeing dead people.
Self2 - But what about the contamination report?
Self1 - Buried. It will never see the light of day. It was a private matter.
Self2 - What about the conversations with...
Self1 - You promised them you would keep it all to yourself.
Self2 - What about how the bid process was changed, the appraisal report, the KPMG report, what the P&R master plan actually says? What about...
Self1 - All publicly vetted, no one cares. They built it and the Marlins are coming. You lost, they won. You told Maria you were over it and she told the world... Do what you said. Get over it... move on.
Self2 - But, Skip Alston says I may be right, the Graham's too...
Self1 - David, there's over $1M that has been flushed down the toilet over there on S. Eugene. There will be a lot a straw grasping over this, don't be stupid.
Self2 - Who thinks I see dead people?
Self1 - Most everyone.
Self2 - Oh, that bad? What about Skip calling everyone a racist - am I wrong on that?
Self1 - Nope, that's the straw grasping going on. Stay with it but give up the baseball angle. Got it.
Self2 - Got it... but what about...
Self1 - It's over, David. Move on.
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