Conversation With Myself

Michael: I am here to conduct an interveiw with Mike, my negative side of my personality. Mike, how are you today?
Mike: Fuck off, where is the coffee pansy ass?
Michael: Well, its good to hear your in a lively mood today. Tell me, what do you contribute to my work?
Mike: Everything you aint got, fascist. I contribute the anger you repress. The fear you bottle up inside that thick skull of yours. I contribute all the grunt work while you don't do shit. That a satisfactory answer, doc?
Michael: Fascinating, so you represent the meaning behind it all. The core of our own emotional complex. Next question, what do you think makes great writing?
Mike: Anything out there besides your goddamn aweful poetry, next please.
Micharl: Oh, all right then. May I inquire as to what method of writing you prefer?
Mike: You prefer free-writing, I prefer drunken rage writing. Evens out better than you fuckhead.
Michael: Try not to make this personal, Mike. Here to help not hinder. So where does your inspiration come from?
Mike: Its all up in the air. I get off on violence and social mishaps in the media and the dumbasses that surround me when you can't deal like I do. My inspiration is from the imaginary pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; it aint there but wishful thinking works wonders.
Michael: Point well taken, last question for the night. If you could advance one thing in our writing career, what would it be?
Mike: Simple, getting you to shut the hell up when its my time to shine. You cramp my style; the readers and you know it for a fact!
Michael: Interesting, any closing comments to the readers?
Mike: I only got one thing: if you got a problem with my grammer then eat a dictionary and shit out a sentence. See if it fits better in your next dumbed down story, kids.