There’s a bored silence.
‘Hey,’
‘Yeah?’
‘Why don’t we–’ he pauses.
‘Why don’t we what?’
‘Why don’t we write an epic masterpiece of literature that paints the true picture of the disaffected fuck-ups that make up the youth of today?’
‘Like, a Less Than Zero for the noughties?’
‘Yeah,’
Graham pipes up.
‘Well, for starters, because it’s a fucking shit idea, we’ll get about three paragraphs written before someone suggests beers and we all sod off to the pub, and also because the most powerful way to express how disaffected and fucked-up-bored the youth of today are is to not write the story at all, as a statement of just how little we all give a shit,’
It’s like the bored silence never left.