What I talk to my roomate Dee Dee about when she gets home from a date:
(1) I counsel her that she should pick a fight with someone who's bothering her: "Fire purifies a field, and afterwords things grow better."
(2) She then claims that Requiem for A Dream may be realistic: the part where the junkie's arm rots and falls off. "Didn't you ever see the Vancouver Junkie Documentary"? asks the grad school social worker.
(3) We then fall to that old NY pastime of bragging about 'our' panhandlers. My senile seven train slippers wearing mellotron player falls quickly to her Broadway-Lafayette tag team of "Hobbit guy who just left his D & D meeting" playing a recorder vying for platform space with the Italian accordian guy playing the Godfather Theme over and over.