"You guys ever read any Mario Puzo?" asked Addison.
  "What?" said Harris, rolling a blunt.  "Why you ask?"
  "Reading sucks," said Trent.
  "Once I smoked two blunts, picked up some Melville, and it straight jumped right out of my hands onto the pavement within five pages of reading it.  Single spaced too." 
  "Sounds like acid."
  "You're writing right now," said Melody - Trent's fling.  "You're all writing silence, and when you're not doing that you're interviewing everyone.  Like a game show host.  'Cept you're getting paid in peanuts.  When you lucky."
  "You guys like any Paul Simon?"
  "It's a pay to play world.  That ain't no lie." 
  "Nope."
  "He sucks too."
  "What don't suck then?"
  "Your mom."
  "Why is that Trent?"
  "Let's go get some Chick-Fil-A," said Harris, perking up. 
  "Why?"
  "Why ain't you fix your stereo?"
  "Why don't you fix it grandpa," said Addison, turning around to the backseat.  "Go get your duct tape and scissors."
  "I'm broke."
  "I haven't had any physical contact with anyone for the past... uh... eight... maybe nine years."
  "And why is that?"
  "I don't know."
  "Why don't you go and be a sugar daddy then?  Cassa-blow-doll."
  How fine that thin red line.  No?
  "There you go with that fourth wall thing again," laughed Addison.  "Who are you Pepe Le Pew?"  You need to screw your head on straight.  Not two hours into the future from now, but right this instant!!"
  "What you sayin' is you mean he need him a shooga momma is what you sayin' bowah... you know what I'm sayin'? em dude who act all tough round dey friend, don't have no muh fuh job, and cry like little babies on they phone foe ahs... I mean muh fuh wah wah wah muh fu three straight ahs wh e-e-e-e when dey can't scow foe dey boo.  Straight fuckin' taxidermy.  On they check now.  Hep."
  "Can't say the thought hasn't crossed my mind.  Eh.  That's now how I roll.  I need my 'me' time, and you don't get that when you're in a serious relationship."
  "You don't really like people all that much," said Melody.  "Do you Addison?"
  "I wouldn't say that.  Is that how I come off?  I like people on my terms.  Sounds kind of selfish.  Well, it IS selfish in all honesty.  I won't disagree.  I'm no master at morals and ethics, but I understand the human condition to a certain extent I guess.  Some days I do feel like an alien though.  Ain't life funny?"
  "You're crazy.  That goes without saying."
  "Nice observation professor."
  "I was a little less selfish today."
  "You're telling me this because?" said Harris.
  "Sorry," said Addison.  "You take AMEX.  Right?"
  "What?"
  "Kidding.  How's the fam?"
  "Why you ask?"
  "Hey these fries are cold." 
  "Don't eat in the car.  Wait till we're home."
  "Did she forget the ranch?  She did.  Didn't she?"
  "I... eh... I don..."
  "Ketchup too?"
  "I think there's a few packets... maybe... wait.  Let me check..." said Harris
  "Harris," said Melody.  "You're arms are hairy."
  "I know.  Wait.  What?"
  "You guys like sweatshirts?  I don't know where all of these sweatshirts came from."
  "I'm good."
  "Nah.  Why he drivin'?"
  "Huh?"
  "Hmm?
  "What?" 
  "Hands off," said Addison.  "Let me pass them to you.  Don't just grab the shit."
  "Yeah.  Give me one... actshy... actshy... gimme' two."
  "Man 'yall eat a lot of burgers.  Damn look at all dem wrappers."
  April’s house wasn’t far.  She was an expert at jumping jacks and pickle ball.  Her cartwheels… about a six – but sometimes a seven or eight on rare nights when she was wearing her Jordache overalls – I think they were tailor made.  We’re talking gymnastics instructor American style.  Man could this girl eat though.  I seen her shovel down boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts in the gas station parking lot and then go hit a speed bag for an hour in her apartment complex rec-room.  She’d turn off The Carpenters and play a Pantera album full blast, and start chain smoking Doral Lights in front of the whole bloody choir.  All of her makeup was from either Big Lots or Marshalls – a real fabric queen of sonar and intellect. The words cascaded out of her lips like the world was her business… hers alone… and every head of hers in that tiny little corporation of hers had to roll baby.   Somehow. Someway I guess.  Mirror mirror how’s your drawl?  Bingo.
 “Where did April say she was going again?” said Harris on his cell, switching ears.  “Mm hm.  Yep.  You got a pen?  Write this down.”
  "She better have it."
  "She'll have it.  Chill."
  "Right," said Harris.  "Mm hm.  Yet.  Righteous Canker Sore.  Yep.  Mm hm.  Ok... look... eighty-six the corn syrup and dog food for now 'cause remember... she's already got the food coloring.  Yes.  YESSS!!!  Listen.  Forget the pen and paper and just listen to me.  You listening?  Shut up!  Good.  Listen to me - she's at the fire pit ain't she.  AIN'T SHE?!?!  Bye."
  "Dude she's got my fuckin' headphones.  Go.  You can't stay parked here!"
  "I look like a ninja turtle to you?"
  "Yes."
  "You... aw shit... uh... 'yall better get out of here right the fuck now.  Aw hell..."
  "GO GO GO GO GO!!"