We can all nod and smile and carry on our end of the conversation in an endless loop while our minds float somewhere outside our bodies. We are thinking about our kids, our lack of kids, about finances and fiancées and soon-to-be ex-wives, about the sex we're not having, about lonliness and love and death and Dad, and this constant fog on a dark road; you just keep driving and watch it dissipate im your low beams.
Judd, This Is Where I Leave You













