Suburban Life Dialogue

[ In a quiet suburban area, two men sitting on an old chevys hood, while one rolling a cigarette, the shorter guy starts the Dialogue. ]

Al: man, I hate sex without love...it repulses me
Bob: yea me too..., I've tasted it and it's the worst shit people can make!
Al: yeah...that's right
Bob: you hate yourself to death
Al: yeah
Bob: That's absolute misery
Al: I wanted to puke my guts out
Bob: I did it once and then I actually ran the hell out to street... [ Lights up the Cigarette ]
Al: Are you kiddin' or what?
Bob: It was in the middle of the night, and I just made up an excuse and I just went straight out, and metro was closed, and no cabs, so I just ran until I couldn't breathe anymore... and I wandered until sun came up... and I went back to work... and I hated myself all day long.
Al: I've tasted the same hell
Bob: Me I was so pissed off, I didn't even went back to collect my stuff...
Al: I wonder how people can do it like normal...
Bob: But the sad story is I did it again... I only wanted to know if it was my wrong, or my mood, or is it really somethin'..., and it happened again..., at first you really don't see it... cause everythin' seems fine..., you're high on illusions... I thought to myself she's cool, what was that I did last time... but when the prayer's done...,and she brushes the remains of love from the bed... you start to hate yourself again...
Al: Man this is so fucked up... let's get somethin' to drink
Bob: You know what... I just remembered that I have to go and pick my stuff from sally's home. see you around
Al:sally?! you still seein' sally?
Bob: What can I do, she loves me.