June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
- We better back up. We don't have enough road to get up to 88.
- Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour... you're gonna see some serious shit.
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.
- 1.21 gigawatts! 1.21 gigawatts. Great Scott!
- What-what the hell is a gigawatt?
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.