"No?" Well, he supposed the subject matter wasn't for everybody. Truth be told, it hadn't exactly been his favorite thing to read, either. Then again he had always favored literary surrealism. "Well, yeah that's true." However, it was also true that there was some sort of morbid satisfaction in reading about someone's moral demise. Dorian Gray came to mind. Brodie wondered if it had to do with everyone's wish to release themselves from social and moral restrictions, but their inability to do so.
Wow. That was deep.
He smiled when Nayan confessed he was doing it all to impress a girl, something he couldn't say he related to completely, but he'd done things along the same lines too. Yawning again, before taking the final drag on his cigarette, Brodie shook his head as he tossed the butt on the floor, stepping over it with his left flip-flop. "Not exactly, I'm with a band, we're playing on New Year's Eve." He always felt awkward having to explain this kind of thing. "Muse Trueblood, have you heard of her?"