Highway Page #6

Get in your f***ing car!

It's all right, it's OK.

Deep breaths.

F***ing c*nt!

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, what. You going

to beat me up, too?

I hate that word.

F***.

You OK?

Yeah.

Jesus,

don't tell me...

there was a time

in days past...

when you could

hitch a ride...

and the driver didn't

think...

he could put it

your f***ing pail.

Don't tell me there was

a time like that.

Yeah, sure.

My mom used to hitch

all the time.

She hates it in the pail.

Sh*t.

Let's bail, Jack.

Yeah, let's.

Jack. Come on, man.

Hey, we're, uh...

we're heading north.

If you'd, uh...

if you want to...

OK.

Thank you.

Then there were three.

What's your name?

Cassie.

As in Cassandra?

Yeah, as in Cassandra.

What's your name?

Pilot. This is Jack.

Yeah? Why Pilot?

I don't like

to talk about it.

His mother picked up...

an airline pilot

one night-

But Jack loves to.

At a bar near DFW.

That's Dallas-Fort Worth.

They f***ed,

the pilot left...

she got pregnant...

only she never caught the

pilot's name.

Mom's a peach.

She named you Pilot.

Exactly, Cassandra.

Wow.

Zowie.

What?

You did

a good thing.

Huh?

Most people when told the

story...

will inevitably say...

'Good thing he wasn't

a fisherman.'

'Good thing...

he wasn't a

proctologist.'

'Good thing he wasn't

an exterminator.'

OK, I see,

because if the guy...

had been

like a proctologist...

then Pilot's name

might be like, um...

Sphincter.

Exactly. Or Anus.

Or Hemorrhoid.

Or Dingleberry.

All right, all right.

Can we stop?

Ah, f***!

Did you ease off the

steroids snack time?

Where are they, Scawldy?

You guys still

working for Liberace?

He's dead, OK?

Scawldy, don't be a f***ing

douche bag, man.

Just tell us where

the little pricks are.

I don't know who

you're talking about.

Detroit.

What? Where?

I didn't hear you.

The f***ers

are in Detroit.

They went to Detroit.

Do you think

I'd give a sh*t?

Beat the f*** out

of them.

Just get out of my...

Steven, check it out.

Where you guys headed?

Uh, we're

thinking Seattle.

Thinking Seattle.

I love when this happens.

Detroit, huh?

Yeah, it's Pilot.

Yeah, I met you guys

at graduation.

Look, Mr. Carnes, I'm going

to be in the Seattle area...

and I was just wondering

if you had a number for Amy.

You don't.

Yeah, work address is fine.

I mean, the guy was

the original party poet.

How did he get

kicked out of West Point...

and write this sh*t?

'Gaily bedight,

a gallant knight...

'in sunshine

and in shadow.

'Fell as he found,

no spot of ground...

that looked like...'

Hold onto your spore,

Manler.

F*** off, Goodwin.

There were two

enormous cockroaches...

f***ing

in the parking lot.

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