Page 149 of Pierce Me

Isaiah: It’s trying to be. I want to add something Greek to it. An instrument, I think. A Greekkithara.

Dimitris: Now we’re talking. I’ll bring my guitar with me.

Isaiah: I’ll tell my assistant to book you tickets for tomorrow morning, how does that sound?

Dimitris: Oh, you don’t have to do that, man. We’re flying to Athens anyway in two days.

Isaiah: I want to do it. I’ll have her contact you for your deets.

Isaiah: Listen, I don’t know how to say this.

Dimitris: Just say it.

Isaiah: I’d call you, but I’ll chicken out.

Dimitris: Then write it.

Isaiah: When you were on the boat, we talked a little and you told me…

Dimitris: I told you I’d struggled with addiction too. Pills, same as you.

Isaiah: Yeah.

Dimitris: Yeah.

Isaiah: I just wanted to tell someone who would get it: I think I just found something to fill me up in a better way than the pills ever did.

Dimitris: Did you? And what’s that?

Isaiah: Hope.

Dimitris: Wow.

Dimitris: That’s more dangerous than any addiction, man.

Isaiah: Oh, trust me, I know. But I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask again. I’m going to hope.

Dimitris: God help you.

Isaiah: I don’t believe in God.

Dimitris: You don’t, you say? But look at you, filled to the brim with hope. What else do you think God is?

Isaiah: I don’t want to talk about it.

Dimitris: Ok, Isaiah, I won’t talk about it anymore. So. Hope. Pills.

Isaiah: No pills. Only hope.

Dimitris: That’s what I like to hear. But, just one more thing, based on my own experience. I don’t know if it will resonate with you or not, but here it is. Don’t put all your hopes on a girl. Girls break things like hearts, you know?

Isaiah: I know. It’s not her who broke it, it’s me.

Isaiah: I suppose the heartbreaker rumors are making the rounds of the world, huh?

Dimitris: They are. For the fifth time since they first broke out.

Isaiah: Crap.

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