![]() ![]() Ha," the driver said, a boiling mixture of deadpan and exhausted, "Have you tried not being miserable for, say, twenty minutes of your life? I'm doing this for us, and so far you are acting like a brat." Rolling his eyes, the passenger snapped back, "A wreck? We're the only wrecks around here." It's too late for this and I don't want to get in a wreck." The driver sighed in defeat, though it soon turned into a yawn. C'mon, you don't need to save face with me. Twenty-nine, fancy-schmancy Master's, and you're taking us to some seedy motels instead of jetting to Hawaii like everyone else you graduated with. So if I'm not happy with mine, then you must really hate yours. ![]() "I'm not happy with my job and I've reached the highest I could basically go without a degree. ![]() After a moment of watching the driver stare blankly at the road ahead, it became clear to the passenger that the driver wasn't going to say another word anytime soon. The driver pressed his foot down on the gas, the silver sedan picking up speed just a hair over the limit. He could feel his hair growing in again after he shaved it in a night of drunken frustration. "Are you happy with your job?" the passenger asked as he poked at his fresh buzzcut. I spend my weekends playing video games, and then when Monday rolls around, I get back to work. Well… I get up every weekday to go to work, and then I go home. The driver shook his head, but played along. "What else are we supposed to do? Radio's busted," The passenger shrugged, looking out at the sea of trees on his side of the car. "You want to play Socrates this late at night?" Eating some shitty food and staying in some shitty places until we get some of our shit figured out." Seeing the world, or some small corner of it. He felt his eyelids growing heavier, but he fought the feeling by rolling his shoulders and starting another awkward conversation. Aside from the routine lamps and the occasional oncoming car, there wasn't a whole lot going on in mountain country at eleven o'clock at night. The darkness made the passenger feel more alone than ever in the depths of this valley. "Yeah, whatever," the passenger said, turning to stare out the window. ![]() "The paint job's fine," the driver sighed, gripping the steering wheel. "Like the waxing and the oil change and the paint job…" the passenger listlessly numbered on his fingers. "It's on the to-do list," the driver mumbled as he stared blankly at the dark road ahead. "Shit!" The passenger reached for the radio's off button before the sound could cause him any hearing damage. Just as the singer was once again to elaborate upon just what he planned to do to the nonspecific 'you' the song addressed, the music started mixing with static more and more, until deafening noise filled the dirty car, shaking its empty fast food drink cups that sat both in the cupholders and on the floor. Nothing but pavement and trees lined the distance all the way to the mountains on the horizon.īoth the sedan's driver and passenger said nothing as a raucous classic rock song drowned out their thoughts. The fuzzy, gray fellow just barely made it to safety as the sights of the lights gave way to a silver sedan lazily making its way along the dim road under a pale patch of stars. Next stop, adventure!Ī squirrel darted along the highway as a pair of headlights approached from behind a hill. Two old college friends go on a road trip. ![]()
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