Chucky: It's quiet here.
Fresh: Yeah I like to come here.
Chucky: It's lonesome. You know what's whack? When I'm down with the posse or at home and shit and everybody be screaming and yelling and shit, it gets real lonesome. It be like crowded and noise and screaming and suddenly it feels like I'm the only one there.
Fresh: The more people there is, the lonelier it get. I have this dream.
Chucky: Yeah, like what?
Fresh: Nothing. Sometimes I have it, that's all.
-from a film I love called Fresh.
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