2019-10-07 - Suffering Is Optional

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : hey. are you doing the fight night at kellys?

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : The what

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : Who is this

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : christ, mark. sutton. update my fucking contact title.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : I did

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : what is it now?

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : i'm going to be sorry i asked

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : yes, i'm definitely sorry i asked

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : so don't tell me

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : You just felt it, didn't you

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : i know you well enough by now to know questions always are their own reward

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : So you opened by asking me a question

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : You're a creature of habit aren't you

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : i have a long & storied history of questionable decisions, love

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : have you seen your cardiologist recently?

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : That's a very long word

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : I have seen donnie, who gives me nitro pills when I pull his head back out of a urinal

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : questions are their own reward.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : eat something & take a walk, would you.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : Are you my fucking doctor now

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : do you actually have one or are you crazy as well as ... i'm trying for something else, but keep coming up nuts.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : (dancing dots go on for some time. for quite. a. while.)

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : don't.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : I'd never

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : liar

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : You asked about a fight club what

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : yes, fight club.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : j's hosting a little dance

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : tippy top secret, blah blah blah, so you should come and get your ass kicked for my amusement

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : unsanctioned fights in a boxing gym

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : Was selling under the table steroids too quotidian

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : are you trying to flirt with me now?

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : 'tippy top secret' the fuck. the cops in this town couldn't get off their ass if you put an airbag under their wheelie desk chairs

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : it's a small town. it's for cash. everybody likes cash & i'm p sure half the attendees are cops, fire, and that was my sarcastic voice. jesus. read a room.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : hah 'read'

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : this is why we never speak

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : Is that the reason

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : no.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : When's this bs fight night

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : i'll send you the iCal.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : Rephrase. How many nights until then

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : (ping — iCal event: BAKE SALE pops up)

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : ... i don't fucking know. hold on.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : like... 13?

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : Dibs on four of them. Bring ribs.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : you better have a full bar

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : You know I do

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : buy some honey syrup.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : That will be a mess but done

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : that's not what honey syrup is for

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : You say that now

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : ribs, fighting, seeing donnie again. I'll try not to get them mixed up.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : if you do, i'll just eat ribs on your couch and leave you a pile of bones.

(TXT to Sutton) Mark : This has been too much talking. Later, paramedic.

(TXT to Mark) Sutton : try not to die