Portrait of the artist as an old, old man
SCENE: Nursing home in the year 2070.
Nurse: Hi Lee. Got any big plans today? Want to walk around the building with me?
Me: Nope. I'm sittin' today.
Nurse: That's what you did yesterday.
Me: I know. But this is what I want to do with my golden years. Sit.
Nurse: You sure? We could go up in the flying car for a bit. We could play against each other with the Nintendos embedded in our brains. We could teleport to Spain and have a glass of wine.
Me: I like sittin'. It's what I'm good at. I'm just gonna sit here and let the memories of my life wash over me.
Nurse: Ahh. What memories are you thinking about?
Me: That time I had a good sit back in 2012. There damn near was never a better sit had in m'life. I miss that sit.
Nurse: Ok, well, if you want to do anything, you tell me, ok?
Me: I'm sure I won't. Not unless it involves sittin'.
Nurse: You know what? I'm going to have a sit with you!
Me: Please leave. You're ruining m'sit.
