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August 13th, 1972
Big Larry: Well you fucked it up again asshole-- you fucked the whole thing up.
Little Larry: I know it. I know I did-- Oh God how I hate myself for it, too. Oh well, live and learn--
Big Larry: Meaning...?
Little Larry: Meaning that getting all anxious and upset and tearful because I've gone and made an asshole of myself will only make a bigger asshole of myself-- what more do you want?
Big Larry: Well it pisses me off totally-- that's all
Little Larry: Look-- I said I'm sorry. What more can I do?
Big Larry: Oh God-- how beautiful it would have been with this guy-- how nice it was-- now he thinks we're a goddam neurotic--
Little Larry: Well we are a goddam neurotic you stupid motherfucker and we will continue to be a goddamn neurotic until you shut your fucking mouth-- until you shut up and stop this self-torture neurotic games-- I hate you, I motherfucking hate you!