Sometimes I talk about hip hop with Tyrell's mom. Even though he's ten, she's actually about my parents' age, and because I was a weird kid in a weird family, I only started listening to rap on my own in the past few years (with a few exceptions in high school and college). And I started by brushing up on the classics. What this means, in practice, is that I mostly only know and like older stuff, which is also what she likes. 

Which brings us to the following exchange. 

(on the metro)

HILLARY Tyrell, you don't have to stand if you don't want to.

TYRELL I'm not gonna sit down. I don't sit next to strangers. I don't trust 'em.

HILLARY You don't trust them.

TYRELL Nope. 

HILLARY Do you also not sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death?

TYRELL It is?

HILLARY What? No. Of course not.

TYRELL Sleep is the cousin of death? (turns to his mother) Why did you never tell me that?

HILLARY It's not. Really. It's a line from a song that your mom knows.

TYRELL'S MOM You've been sleeping for years, and you're still here now.

TYRELL Sleep is the cousin of death. (pause) Man, I'm never sleeping again.

 

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