A Conversation With Myself On the Subject of Driving:

"OK. Get back in the car. Get in there! I don't care what you smell!"

"Please! No more driving! Please..."

"We're done driving when I say we're done! Now strap in and shut up you whiney maggot! You can travel in this seat, nice and quiet like, or tied to the bumper with the remainder of your possesions. What'll it be?!"

[In mad, rambling voice, fading] "Nice Justin! I'll be good and quiet! I prommissesss! The wheels keep on turning and turning... don't stop... around and around. Wheels within wheels. Turning and turning..."