a man takes a year to read the OED and lives to write about it. and so i am inspired. my mother is folding laundry when i decide to pop the question.
"would you support me if i decided to take off a year and read the oxford english dictionary?"
"no," she says. she starts a second pile for pants. "you would make it through about ten words and then give up."
"but what if i kept reading? we could do it on a day-by-day basis."
"no."
"why not?"
"because its stupid."
end scene. cut to:
int. car. (yester)day.
clocked in 409.5 miles, with the windows rolled down for the first 287. driving by yourself through california is the spiritual equivalent of one of those long nights you spend Talking with Somebody New and Lovely. at first it is the semi-drunk fierce arm-waving excitement, and then as morning grows closer, it becomes a slow, almost exhausting, desperate necessity. we cant stop now. we're falling in love.
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