[kavinsky is always a wreck, but he looks more honest about it today. it used to be a good lie, hiding his rampaging bullshit under a blizzard of cocaine and a storm of savagery directed ever at others, but he actually wore that routine out pretty quick. nobody's fooled after the first time you kill yourself, not even-- yourself.] People say that, [he says.] But what the fuck does that mean?

[he doesn't sound angry at her. he's just staring blankly at the television, which has some more inanity on it.]

I already fucking paid. You get home and find out the thing you bought is reeking shit, but the scam artist got outta there an hour ago, man. There a refund for this? I don't think so. You know, I'm not too good at giving fucks about other people, but I hope this never happens to you.