this takes place in a grocery store idek ((lucille, christopher, open))

"Not to sound rude or anything since you're like my brother or something, but how the fuck can we be distant cousins if we look like exactly alike and have the same fucking birth date?" responded Ulysses, "I'm an actor, starred in a family sitcom at the age of 7, was in a really angsty teen drama, was in a really terrible marriage I'm glad that I got myself out of, an attempted rap career at the age of 8, being self-proclaimed 'pop culture trash', um I had a douchebag interview me recently. Yeah. I'm actually quite a nice person, but I'm just a vulgar person that like rainbow ponies, sunshine, and b-movies that just also happens to be a really romantic smartass."

"I was just trying to be creative..." he trailed off, somewhat offended. "Also, does that mean you're like, famous?"

He widened his eyes and asked, "Did I accidentally offend you? I apologize, I only slept for like three and a half hours. I definitely need to go to a sleeping clinic at some point in time. Yeah, I am. Just don't tell people in this store. Lucy and I would not want to be mobbed by random people since we're just grocery shopping, and they probably wouldn't want to deal with a cranky Ulysses."

"No, you didn't offend me!" he assured him. "Also, you really should try seeing a doctor or something. That doesn't sound natural, and it definitely isn't healthy."

"I should, but I tend to oversleep sometimes I actually manage to fall asleep unless my alarm goes off which is of some sort of techno chicken sounds I got off Youtube. Lucy can tell you how bad my sleeping is," said Ulysses. He had been having problems with his sleeping patterns since the divorce.

Lucille had been standing there quietly the whole time, watching the two communicate, and was beginning to grow bored, though she decided to keep quiet about it as not to disrupt their conversation.
"Yeah," she finally said, yawning as she confirmed what Ulysses was saying, "he's telling the truth. I don't think I've ever seen someone sleep so little and still be able to function the next day without the use of some type of drug, honestly."

He looked up and nodded, "I think it's because of the coffee or my body got way too fucking adjusted to it. Or both. Probably both. The most I do when it comes to drugs is like cough syrup, Advil, and stuff like that whenever it's necessary."

"Mmm, could be. Caffeine definitely won't help you sleep, that's for sure," Christopher stopped for a moment, thinking, "And it's nice that you don't do like, hard drugs or anything. It's refreshing, I guess."

"Yeah. I have secondhand embarrassment for Lucy's cousin. She's such a trainwreck. I'm surprised that Lucy and I are still managing to not have some sort of breakdown due to being child stars and all. But the casting couch situations are fucking nasty which is why I'm mostly just doing films that's easier for me to artistically connect to. There's a lesser chance that they'll tell me to suck 20 dicks just to get a role," replied Ulysses giving Christopher a bit of an inside look of what goes on in Hollyweird.

"Sorry to hear about Lucy's cousin," Ulysses said, furrowing his brow slightly. "And is that really what it's like? I always assumed once you were established you didn't have to suck anybody off to get ahead, but I guess I was wrong. But it's good that you've got dignity."