"They want us to be like them so they don't feel like jackasses when we're successful at the things we want to do. If we follow their footsteps, then we're affirming what they believe. It's bullshit. I don't want to work at the gym my entire life."
He shook his head and shot a sideways glance at David's drink. He was already done again. Evan's glass was a little more than half full still. It was common knowledge that David liked to drink, but he was getting excessive. Still, Evan wouldn't stop him. He'd had a rough day, probably a rough week if his stress had been boiling. The best Evan could do as a friend would be to pay for his booze and then give him a lift home later.
"So theater? Maybe your dad won't bother you when he sees you're serious and not just trying to fuck him up."