Sometimes when people say things, and I don’t like the things they say, but I like the person… I imagine working together after getting in a huge fight about said thing. And usually it’s making hoagies with them in a small street vender’s trailer. And it makes us bond and forget our original argument. There are a lot of whimsical parts where I put too much cheese on the sandwich and Juan and Dino yell at me in their thick Brooklyn accents. But me and the person smile and give each other rib-nudges. Then there’s a serious part where we make up and then we’re really close and the other person finally moves on with life and I start an independent sub shop and FADE TO BLACK.

And then they ask me for what I think about whatever they’re talking about and I just kind of… HOAGIES.