He looked me in the eyes, and with the utmost seriousness a man could muster, he asked me, “What happens if writing dies?? What if technology has made us irrelevant?!” What then?!”
I couldn’t look a man like that in the eyes, so I looked up the ceiling, and asked him
“Have you ever taken a shit so gnarly in public that you had to turn your headphones down?”
He got a little heated.
“What is wrong with you??”
I looked back at him and smiled.
"Well, have you?"