Late night texts

Paranoia

"It's possible that you couldn't build a person more suited to this experience." Agreed! — K.

As you would. — R.

I mean, I could have written that. — K.

I think you have? Or I have? I don't know, I'd have to search in old texts, and who am I kidding. I'm not putting the effort. — R.

As you wouldn't. — K.

But man, you play them so well. It's like you have a character, "press Rob". I always admired that about you... — K.

So tiring to be honest. That's the only way I can think of doing it. — R.

This one kind of got you though. Nola totally busted you to him. — K.

I know right? What was that? Or maybe... he was the one fucking with me on that one. — R.

You think too much. — K.

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Ha. I just remembered how you used to ask me to come up with prompts for the interviews. And you never used them. — R.

One time I did! — K.

Oh, that did not go well. — R.

Rude. — K.

Ha. Anyway, all good in LA? — R.

I miss it there. — R.

Meh, no you don't. — K.

You missed being locked in a dirty apartment let's be honest. — K.

Pff, so overrated. — R.

Cleaning? Showering? — K.

Hahahah — R.

Pig. — K.

At least I smell good. Like sugary Kellogg's good. — R.

Ha! Yeah, you always smell good. But remember to brush your teeth. For her! — K.

teeth, yes. Not hair. — R.

Oh no, never the hair. — K.

On a slightly different note, I'm hearing Tenet is the shit. — K.

Oh, that was a fun one. Your kind of script, I think you're going to dig it. — R.

Lots of testosterone-driven explosions? — K.

Hah... I don't know, you'll see. — R.

Anyway, it's cool to have something good to watch actually. Other than reruns and reality shows. — K.

You're not watching crap, I know that for sure. — R.

Oh, you wouldn't enjoy my Netflix "for you" list. — K.

I miss working, I'm shooting stupid stuff from my backyard. — K.

Do share. — R.

As you'd have internet enough to download anything! — K.

Way to kill a man's dream. — R.

And I question about the why a lot. — K.

What? — R.

No. Why. — K.

Oh. And why? — R.

I mean, why shooting, why doing all of this? Isn't it so good to just... stay? Why all the movement all the time. That's not really needed is it? — K.

No it isn't. Apparently you can live from a dirty apartment with barely-there internet as long as there's a meal plan coming to your door. — R.

So easy. So why? A career? Longevity? Transcendence? Why? — K.

You should have said earlier that I'd need beer for this. — R.

Loll. — K.

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And btw, it's tagliatelle. — K.

Yes!!! That's the pasta that works for my invention. — R.

Brilliant right? — R.

You're crazy. — K.

Hahahaha. — R.
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a/n: I loooved the "update please" requests. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have.
This was based on his latest GQ interview, the craziest I've read tbh.