two brothers sit by the shore, the curb, the bar. they talk in half sentences, lengthy monologues, subtle gestures. he tells the other of his wife, his girlfriend, a lost love. the other talks about nothing, the weather, the latest score. their jobs are meaningful, pointless they are still looking for work. one mentions his house, his landlord, moving. one drinks and drinks, doesn’t touch his glass, fingers the peanuts constantly. they each have forgotten to dream, plot their escape, seek comfort. when they leave one says to other, we need to do this again, say hello to the family, fuck off.