Haha! Flowers and hope, I like that! Not exactly, but that is funny. Cheese with fr- ? I must ask, do you eat greens? Not lettuce, it's nutritionally void. Maybe it's a culture thing. Anyway I'm glad to hear the car survived. I think everyone should have something they can hold on to, hm? Particularly if so much else keeps... distancing itself.
"What? Hippies in the sixties would put flowers in the barrels of the guns of police officers. Not like flowers would stop bullets, even the rubber kind, but whatever," he says, not really sure what he was going on about. Sometimes the bit of what he picked up when he was in school showed up. "...Green what? Green eggs and ham? Green jello? Green...?" the concept of green vegetables is foreign to him. "Yeah. She's a good car," he mutters. Still, the years have passed and time has made him see that no matter how much he loves the car, wants to take care of it - at the end of the night she's still a hunk of metal that will one day give out. It's the ship paradox all over again, save with a fucking car. "I've got people," he points out, pauses and reconsiders. "I've got a person," he says finally because he had people and one by one they left. "He's a good guy too, in the 'I'm a fuckin' wizard in Chicago and I can kick your ass from here to kingdom come," he says, quite proud of his husband. "One person is better than none."
