"Sitting alone in the living room, Rich looked around the room. "Why am I talking to myself?"
"Why am I answering?"
He popped the last bite of celery in his mouth and sat upright letting his gas loose.
"It's all right."
"Why am I excusing myself when I am alone?"
"I don't know, but this is scary."
"Fuck it, I need some porn!"
Broken -- S.L. Carpenter (Master of Secret Desires)