WHATEVER it is, i'm eating it

Once you realize maybe one person in a hundred is worth talking to, you start worrying about whether you're one of them. It's the sort of thing you figure out in a Japanese restuarant, when you understand, in a flash, the only way to write is to tape these assholes secretly and transcribe their conversations later. Nevermind nobody'd want to read it; that's not the point. The point is the recorder's a gun in your pants.