- What are you doing?

- Sucking at chess again.  

- Why don't you read a book to up your game?

- Up your game?  What are you my girlfriend?  You're not buying me dinner.

- Is that your fantasy?  Arguing with your girlfriend in the evening about you playing chess?

- Shut up, Today.  And what do you care what we argue about?  That's between me and her.

- I can buy you dinner.  

- Go get some mac and cheese—there's still some on the stove...while I finish this.  Then we can turn it back on.

- Oh, I'm not hungry.  I'm working on something, too.

- Homework?

- No,  I took a break from my writing assignment.

- What is it—fucker!

- What?

- Nothing...I hate this guy.

- He's winning?

- What's your homework?

- Oh, I have to write about fraudulent perceptions that hinder my connection with reality.

- For English?

- My counselor.  He's a yoga teacher. He's very in touch.

- What the hell does that even mean?

- What?

- Fraudulent perceptions.

- Well I told him about the time I gave up playing the guitar because I had to learn through lessons, and there's no street cred in that.

- I thought you stopped because of your higher endeavors.

- I can't carry a tune.  

- That's singing.

- I mean, I can't play a song just by hearing it.

- So?

- Well, what if someone has a request during a concert—

- You can ask them for the tabs—

- Or if they show me up at jam session?

- Do you have any concerts coming up?

- Well, I'm not a true musician.  

- So you're not allowed to play guitar?  You're going to deny yourself because of that—we have fun.

- Yea but I'm not the best.

- You're not even the best at what you're good at...only I am.

- I guess that's the point of fraudulent perceptions.

- Gotcha—motherfucker! I hate this guy!  Why do I always do this?

- Do what?

- These fuckin ingrates.  I shouldn't have given him a rematch.  No one ever gives rematches.  You give a rematch, and you lose.

- Oh.

- Fuck it.

- You snap your rubber band after each lose?

- I use it for various trains of—lose?

- That's not how you spell it?

- Fuck, my vocabulary's gone to shit.

- Why don't you read some of the books I just got this semester?

- That ain't organic.