Somewhere in Eastern Oregon.
“Would it… kill you to say something? “No.” That’s the first thing you’ve said in the last four hours. That’s, a fountain of conversation, man. That’s a geyser. I mean, whoa daddy! Stand back, man. Shit. I’m sitting here driving. Doing all the driving, man. The whole fucking way from Brainerd driving. Just trying to…chat, you know. Keep our spirits up, fight the boredom of the road, and you can’t say one fucking thing just in the way of conversation. Oh fuck it. I don’t have to talk to you either, man. See how you like it. Just total fucking silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We’ll just see how you like it. Total silence.”
Pelicans are from Mars, seagulls are from Venus.
Ape, as lovely as Oregon is, you do know there is a whole universe outside of it, eh?
Next you’re gonna tell me there’s beauty outside of Southern Europe. Pish posh!
I understand though, you tend to favor the “posh”.
But this is God’s Country!