Chris Reblogs
stuff. just stuff.
Driving at night with Steven Patrick
“You know what? I’m really happy tonight. Just driving around in your car with you. Just, I don’t know… happy.”
“Good. I like to hear that. I’m happy too. I really like being with you.”
“Like if, I don’t know, a double decker bus were to smash into this car right now and crushed us, I would be okay with it.”
“What?”
“If we were to die in a horrible car wreck with a double decker bus, I’d be good with it.”
“That’s so…morbid. And specific.”
“Doesn’t have to be a double decker bus. It could be a ten-ton truck. I mean, this is a small car. A ten-ton truck would decimate us and we’d be paste. Being here with you, it would be a fine way to go.”
“Why do you go there? We’re having a very nice night. And you have to start talking about us dying under very specific scenarios.”
“I am just saying that it would be a pleasure to be horribly mangled with you. A privilege even!”
“A privilege?!”
“You know what I mean.”
“Honestly, I’m not sure if I do.”
(silence)
“What I am trying to say is I am so happy right now. I don’t want this night to end.”
“How about you think of this night lasting forever and not just having it be the last moment before we die?”
“Well, it isn’t possible for it to last forever. That’s dumb. But it is very possible for us to be maimed by, I don’t know, a Winnebago filled with a family from Wisconsin and for us to bleed out on the pavement. Together.”
“What is wrong with you?!”
“Look, it’s just that I don’t want to go home. I want to be with you. Now. In this moment. Because I love being with you. And I love you.”
“Fine. I love you too.”
(silence)
“I also don’t want to go home because I don’t have one. I was evicted this morning.”
“I can’t believe I just had sex with you, in this car, in a darkened underpass.”
“Yeah. That was pretty great. If, while we were doing it, a bunch of crazy hobos attacked the car, broken the windows, dragged our half clothed bodies into the night… That would have been a great way to go.”
