The road trip took ten hours, not six. My friend talked the whole time about the difference between satori and vrindavan. It wasn’t until hour nine that he got around to mentioning that he didn’t have the promised gas money.
He sensed my anger and we spent two hours and fifteen minutes, or three plays of the only cassette we had, in silence. I’ve not been able to listen to the Cars since.
He tried apologizing. I forgave him and gave him ten bucks to buy some burgers. He bounced happily into McDonalds. I wonder if he’ll ever get home.