we talk too late

you wanna part of this? he said, offering me the joint.
i'm sleepy enough as it is, i replied.
then i'll get stoned alone, he droned, and took a courageous toke.
i grow it, the regular stuff's too strong for me.
he sucked in the smoke and i drank my beer.
you write?
no, i lied.
that's what i do, that's why i'm here, i've been bouncing around some places, about getting my stuff on. i got an outfit now, for my stuff, they're good guys, we just need a punkrapper.
a what?
a punk rapper. to punkrap.
- nothing happens -
he talks (this is all him talking until i butt in):
yeh, i just got back from stoke on trent
they had a fire
i love a good fire
i'm trying to get-
they had a fire
i've just got back from stoke on trent-
you mentioned that, i butt in.
oh. i got a new analyst, luke rhinehart.
the guy who wrote the dice man?
yeh.
he's an analyst?
yeh.
he's your analyst?
yeh.
you think that's a good idea?