The Driftless Area Page #3

- I don't know.

I say this in all friendship. I don't know

how you play where you come from.

Simple act of common courtesy.

This is how we play where you are.

I mean...

a guy doesn't show,

that's just bad manners.

Well, he's right that

it's the winner's option.

- Some guys will.

- Total lack of class.

He always cleans up.

He's that kind of guy.

- And he's a tax cheat, by the way.

- Oh, I hate that.

Got a herbicide store

down on Railroad Street.

Doesn't declare on cash transactions.

Keeps them in his safe in his office.

How'd you find that out?

My nephew worked for him one time,

but it did something to his skin.

Chemicals or what have you.

Where's Railroad Street?

Runs along the railroad.

Of course.

Shut up.

I knew you'd come.

- How?

- You left your binoculars.

Oh, right.

You should lay outwith me.

The sky's an ocean of vitamin D.

I'm not really dressed for it.

Take off whatever you want.

You're a modest guy, Pierre.

I never do this.

You should.

You're pale.

I used to work on farms.

Breaking rocks in the sun.

Then I was tan.

I'll bet you were.

Tan and dirty.

I'm glad you came by.

I've been wishing somebody

would come by and check on me.

Or just bring me a book and say:

"Have a look.

It's pretty interesting."

I just read a book.

I can give you that.

Is it interesting?

Well...

the idea is that time doesn't exist.

That everything that has ever happened

or ever will happen...

was here from the start.

And even different versions

that will happen, they're all here.

Somewhere.

That's a challenging notion.

But even as I'm reading it,

I'd turn the page and think:

- "Well, what is that?"

- Maybe the passage of time?

But also...

I can turn the page or not.

That's obvious.

It's a small decision.

Has it already been decided?

If something's in motion...

does it have to happen?

I wonder the same thing.

All right, ladies.

We got one Twister, one Blue Lagoon...

one Fallen Angel, one Stone Fence...

and one gin-and-tonic.

- There you are.

- I ordered the Stone Fence.

Okay, so who had the Fallen Angel?

- Drinks are all f***ed up.

- No one.

We didn't order a Fallen Angel.

Where's your mind?

He's in love, with the lady at the lake.

- Cheers.

- I'm jealous of him.

Hey, don't do that.

Hey.

You all right?

I'm going home.

How did you get those scars...

you don't mind me asking?

Too much speed one time.

It looks like a bear did it.

I wish it was a bear.

Here we are.

Let me tell you something.

I made a promise to myself one time...

that if I ever get a pile of cash...

I'm going to a surgeon...

and make the scars go away.

They probably can.

These days, it's a snap, I bet.

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