Ryde Page #2

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We're gonna make a right

at the stop sign.

Pretty easy gig, huh?

Driving people around.

Definitely.

I make my own sched.

You don't have

to check in with anyone?

Nope. Just start

the app and drive.

Does anyone ever sit

in the front seat?

All right time,

but it's whatever

you're comfortable with.

You're not scared

of a stranger getting

in the car with you?

Haven't had

any problems yet.

So far, all my passengers

have been pretty harmless,

unless vomit worries you.

[Paul]

And make a right up here.

A lot of

nice-looking ladies too.

That's a definite plus.

You must clean up.

Me? Uh...

No, I'm not exactly what

you'd call a ladies' man.

Girlfriend?

Not anymore.

Anymore?

It was pretty bad.

It's crazy how things

don't work out.

She gets home on my birthday

and basically calls it quits.

Wasn't the birthday present

I was anticipating.

Happy belated birthday.

Thanks, man.

Yeah, if you can just, um,

just pull up right over here.

[turn signal clicking]

Yeah, right here is perfect.

[Karl sighs]

Well, it's been fun.

Actually, if you don't mind

just waiting a little bit,

I'm gonna run upstairs,

grab some things for the night,

head back

to my girl's place.

Absolutely, man.

Take your time.

Thanks.

[knocking]

Mind if I throw my bag

in the trunk?

Not at all.

[distant siren wailing]

[Paul]

Take the scenic route.

-I'll direct you.

-Definitely.

Just, um... just go

straight up all the way.

You gotta tell me

your secret.

Being myself?

That's not

gonna work for me.

[Paul] So how's it going

with the ladies? Any luck?

Not yet, but the night's

still young.

Well, I figure after

all these rides are given,

bound to find a decent girl.

Here's hoping.

Ah, just keep

refining your game, man.

A nice guy like you?

You'll be just fine.

Thanks.

[Paul]

I need a smoke.

Do you want me

to pull over for a bit?

Yeah, if you don't mind.

Just, uh, right around

the bend here will be great.

Care to join me?

Why not?

Cigarette?

So much for trying

to quit, right?

My mom always complains.

"These thing'll kill ya!"

[lighter clicks]

Well, killing's

better than dying.

What do you mean?

Killing's diminishing

something...

to take the life away from it.

You decide when to take it.

You make the choice

to see the ripples

of your decision

that affect tomorrow.

Dying...

that's a whole different story.

You can't anticipate

what you can't control.

That's deep, bro.

It's so serene up here.

That's why I like it.

All the isolation.

I can see my house from here.

Shall we?

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

[Karl gasping]

[car beeps]

Hey, you all right?

Need a jump?

No, I'm okay.

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