The Horst Marmon Dialogues: Failure, Hope, and Friendship Part I

Horst & Marmon meet on a bench in front of the park.
Marmon is whiney; over wrought and chews his nails until they bleed. Horst is a professional louse prone to rough language: miserable but gentle.
Being such close friends words are unnecessary and irrelevant, until they start spitting and hissing at each other over some perceived slight.
Both see the end of their rope and are quietly desperate for a lighting strike of good fortune.