Scud only stuck his tongue out at Alec, completely disregarding his version of semantics because no one even liked semantics, man. He took another slow drag of his smoke, and then followed it up with a swallow of beer. Really, he liked his vices.
"Dude, A," he said, sympathetic and more caring than he'd probably usually let on. "If you don't want one 'a them jobs, don't even bother to take one. Seriously. It ain't worth it to be unhappy and then feel stuck just because you felt pressured. Find somethin' you wanna do."