I would like to read fic where Seth Rogen is exasperated with James Franco because all James Franco

I would like to read fic where Seth Rogen is exasperated with James Franco because all James Franco ever wants to do lately is get high and fuck (and stumble out of bed in the middle of the night to jot down incoherent half-baked ideas for creative projects that he will somehow get funded no matter how incoherent and half-baked they are) and Seth thinks that James is better than that, he could do more, really be something. Seth is like, none of what you’re doing is going anywhere, and James is like, it’s art, man, and Seth is like, sure– whatever. But then it’s art that doesn’t fucking go anywhere. You know?For a moody minute or two James is quiet. Then, toying with the wheel of his lighter, he says, you’ve changed.Well, that’s what humans do, man. Seth digs the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. We change.Not us, says James. Under his thumb the wheel keeps clicking, biting bruises into his skin. You and me, we don’t change. Least I thought not.I don’t know where this is going, says Seth.Why don’t you tell me where it’s going, says James, turning on him, shoulders hunched tight. You’re so smart, you’ve got it all figured out. You fucking tell me what this is about. You know where art is supposed to go? I’ll tell you where it goes, why don’t you take your art and shove it up your fucking–Jesus, says Seth. Are we seriously arguing about art right now? Seriously? Shit. Come back to bed. James, come on.And then James Franco runs away to become a Trappist monk and Seth Rogen frets about him until he gets a phone call from an unknown number in the middle of the night and on the other end of the line is James Franco being like, can you do me a huge favor and, uh… help me break out of this monasterySeth is like, are you allowed to make this phone call, what about your vow of silenceJames is like, PLEASE DO NOT FUCK WITH ME, MAN. I NEED YOU. GET ME OUT OF HERE.so Seth doesand they raid the Trappist brewery as they go and the moral of the story is that no one knows what they’re doing or where they’re going but Seth figures that it’s all okay so as long as they can not know these things togetherlater that night Seth discovers that James now has an “Authentic Trappist Product” logo tramp stamp -- source link

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