Mr. Abbine, I'm going to show you a few pictures. I want you to identify the people for me.
"I'll do what I can."
Can you tell me who this is?
"That's my good for nothing neighbor. He sits around his deck and smokes all day. Then he goes inside and probably gets high from pot or something stupid like that. I'll bet that guy is living off Welfare, the scumbag. Don't even get me started on the whore he keeps around-"
Mr. Abbine, please try to keep your answers focused on the subject. Can you identify this woman for me?
"That's my mother. She calls me three times a day to complain about how something 'isn't as great as it used to be.' I once told her she sounded old, and she started crying. Then she started calling me more often. Even though I've moved out twenty years ago, that woman continues to be a drain on my life."
Very good. This younger gentleman, tell me about him.
"That's Gary. He's a needy pain-in-the-ass. I swear, he follows me around work all day. Every day, with this guy. I try my best to ignore him, but I suppose something's wrong with my generation."
And this group of people?
"Co-workers. They're either incompetent, or they're kissing the boss's ass, or both. I went to a party with a bunch of them, all I could manage was to sit in the corner. There was lousy music, lousy food… lousy people, the lot of them."
How about this group?
"Some old friends from college. I go bowling with them every week. They seem to think that college never ended, you know? I never really liked hanging out with them, but I did anyway. I just… felt like being a part of a group, I didn't care about what group that was. I swear, I outgrew them as soon as I met them."
Ok, this is the last one.
"…Him. He's… no good. He sets himself above the rest of the world, and uses that as an excuse to isolate himself. He's alone. He's… really alone. He'll die alone, too. Every woman he sees, he asks himself if she's smart enough, if she's good enough for him. She'll never be good enough by those standards. His friends see him as a human being. He sees his friends as tools to fill some "social meter" that exists only in his mind. In reality, the people around him are just… better than he is. They're happier, more successful, and he's just a petty bastard."
Mr. Abbine, I want to thank you for doing this interview with me. Goodbye.