Crossing The Bridge

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This was me.

I got better lookin' with age.

That's somethin' you're

gonna have to trust me on.

I'm twenty-one here.

Just six months before this I had sex

for only the third time in my life.

If you look close,

you can still see me smiling.

Danny Morgan, the coolest guy I ever knew.

I idolized this guy for so long.

Every high school in every city had one,

the football star that got all the girls.

Danny was ours and my life

was somehow better off...

Just by being his friend.

Tim Reese. Even looking at

his image years later,

I'm tempted to whisper because

I don't want him to hit me.

He's the kind of guy who would

out of nowhere...

Even if he just thought you were

thinkin' something bad about him.

What was that for?

I don't know.

I'll think of something.

This is the "war wagon,"

the big, blue bomb of a buick that

each of us claimed was legally ours,

yet none of us even bothered to register.

To the guys I grew up with,

this was an infamous party car,

a legend in its own neighborhood.

The ambassador, the main link

over the Detroit river...

Connecting Canada and America.

We crossed over this thing many,

many times, Danny, Tim and I.

In high school, we would go

to Canadian strip joints...

That would secretly serve minors

their house beer.

But this wasn't high school.

This was three years later.

And this isn't about just any night.

This is about a night when the

ambassador became more than a border,

more than a mere highway over a river,

a night that I'll never forget

as long as I live.

These are the tales of the war wagon,

and this is the story of the bridge.

Mort! Wake up!

It's almost noon.

I don't work

'til 4:
00, ma.

Let's go.

Time to get up.

So, where were you last night? Just hangin'.

With Danny and Tim?

Yeah, mom.

How come you don't talk to me?

You used to tell me what you were doin'.

I never told you what I was doin', mom.

That's right.

You're just like your father.

The bastard!

So, have you gotten any mail

at the store lately?

Mail?

No, why?

I applied for a scholarship

for you to state.

I gave 'em your home and your work and

I haven't heard, so I thought maybe...

are you gonna start with college again?

I told you, I have no interest

in going to college, none.

So just drop it, all right?

You're so much like your father.

You shouldn't smoke.

At least buy your own.

Go!

I'm telling you, they're midgets.

For high school guys, they're fast.

They're not fast.

They're tiny.

It makes them look fast.

We never looked that little,

that's for sure.

These guys are like... what are those

little guys on "gulliver's travelling"?

"Gulliver's travels," Tim.

And they're called lilliputians.

Yeah, lilliputians stunk.

Lilliputians!

Anyone want to head to the clearing?

- F*ck the clearing.

- Screw the clearing, man.

I got a couple of six-packs

in the car.

- I kinda miss the clearing.

- Clearing sounds great to me.

Let's go.

So, what happened? You,

you wash out at eastern?

Just got tired of football.

It wasn't fun anymore, know what I mean?

He quit after two days. Eventually he's gonna

go back and finish out the whole week.

Let's hope that's not

supposed to be funny, mort.

You gonna be a dick all your life?

What the hell? Still got

the war wagon, right?

Yeah, still got the w.W.

Boy, if that car could talk...

he... hey, you guys oughta

use it to make some dough.

What do you mean?

You guys go into Canada

every now and then, right?

To the strip joints and stuff?

Yeah, so?

Well, the thing is,

If one of you ever wanted to do

a run up to Toronto for me...

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