Bending & Breaking

Bending & Breaking

“There’s rules to the game.”

“I know,” he said.

“You broke ’em. So now you can’t play.”

“Everybody breaks the rules,” he said. “I’m no exception. So why can’t I play?”

“Everybody bends a rule or two,” I said. “Few so blatantly break so many rules as you.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” he said.

“True. I never said anybody was perfect.”

“So, I’m imperfect just like everybody else who bends or breaks a rule. I’m imperfect just like them. So why can’t I play?”

“This is the reason you can’t play,” I said.

“Why?”

“Cause instead of stepping up and playing the way it’s supposed to be played, you’d rather bullshit your way through your problems that come from breaking the rules.”

“Nobody’s perfect. Everybody bullshits from time to time,” he said. “So I’m no different than anybody else who bullshits or tells a little white lie, since everybody lies and bullshits.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Everybody bullshits. Everybody lies. And now I’m done with yours.”