You've been drifting and stealingI skid to a stop in front of the Devil, waiting for my inspection. I know I'm going to fail. My hair is escaping from the knot at the nape of my neck, my shorts are too short and my t-shirt says WEEZER on the front. The end of my nose is bright red and raw.
Trying to walk in my shoes
But they don't belong to you
You know, you know
But you can't find the meaning
Sing to yourself and hold on
Cause everybody's on the run
Everybody's on the run
Is there any way I can talk you out of this? He isn't fit to look after you, you aren't fit to travel and Ben-
Ben is busy and Loch does just fine as long as you aren't around.
What if you have an emergency? What if you get sicker than you are now, which is too sick to go, frankly.
We drive home. Jesus. I'm not going to Siberia. Or even Los Angeles for Christ's sake.
Bridget, you might as well be. I don't like it when he takes you far from home.
He feels the same way about you.
Can I...Can I give you a little emergency cash? And a number across the border should you need anything?
No, you may not. If I have any problems I will ask someone for help. Like an adult. I'm sure if all I have on is a bikini help will find me, you know?
Bridget, it's almost October. I hope you're not thinking that will be appropriate wear for the beach now.
No.
Oh, good, I was beginning to-
I'm bringing a sweater.
Jesus, Bridget.
I'll bring you back a souvenir. Maybe it will make you less cranky.