...Throughout Dirand's speech, Blake couldn't keep the sharp criticisms from coming to mind... Drums and bass your "innermost life-force"?! Sounds like Star Wars or something..."flights of fancy"? how can he actually say something like that? Rock is sex? What kind of an idea is that?! This guy's worse than an English teacher, making up stuff...      "I hate the government. How 'bout you, quiet-boy?"
     Shrug. "I dunno... it's alright."
     "Bush's an arsehole. A stupid son-of-a-bitch, too. Money-grubbing dumbass who needs fuckin' cue cards... but I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised. Hell, I'm an anarchist at this point, this democracy shit isn't what it's cracked up to be. Won't work when we've got a buncha greedy bastards on top."
     Blake'd been pro-Bush.
     Blake wasn't seeing much chance of any sort of friendship here, Dirand was his complete opposite in so many ways... and what kind of guy wore make- up?! Scary...