The Dinner (Part 5)

How do you express that without just quietly parting ways. You don't. It's wrong to say, "we are a curse to ourselves, first mostly, and, next, to the world. Our game, our party, our furor, our arrogance, our exclusivity has driven us off the 'land.'  Who had more influence? You say it's me and I say it's you. But it switches. Don't you feel desperate about what we've made one another? Desperate because that's the right word. We are cynical, empty of novelty due to overstimulation, a freak show for most around us. If it weren't for our superficial qualities or charm, we would be true vagrants without a pot to piss in. Maybe one of us will get more sex more without the other. Maybe one of us will get more money without the other. Maybe one of us will get more clout without the other. Maybe we've killed all our hope and this is it. Now, with old age, that's all looming hard, and I don't like being with myself or you. I want to call it a retirement because it feels like someone has been calling my phone from a paid number telling me it's time.” You don't say that. So call tonight, The Dinner before us, one of the final hurrahs for this bond of glory and shame...[TO BE CONTINUED].