Conversations With Matador


Scene: Kitchen at sunrise. Smell of bread warming in the toaster. Rebecca Black’s “Friday” playing un-ironically on the Amazon Echo. A wubanub sails through the air and lands at the feet of Daniel (D). Matador (M), still in his pajamas, glowers intensely.

D: What’s the matter?

M: I throw OG.

D: Why?

M: Yes.

D: No, why did you throw OG?

M: Yes. I throw OG.

D: Yes, but why?

M: Yes.

D (sighing): That’s alright, bud. I haven’t taught you what why means yet.

M: Y means YouTube.

D (longer, more despondent sigh): Yeah, yeah. Y means YouTube. Now pick up OG.

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