The Sighting Page #2

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and stay out of seedy women.

- Oh, look out!

That's funny. And gross.

- I'm serious, buddy.

Be responsible. Be safe.

- I will. I will.

- Here. Take my cell.

- Okay.

- Get on the road ASAP.

- I will.

- Okay.

- Alright.

- Hey.

You'd forget your head

if it wasn't...

- Attached to your neck.

Gotcha.

Okay. Let's go, bud.

Fill up on gas?

- Yeah.

- Get your car alarm fixed?

- In a manner of speaking. Yah!

- Hey, Nate,

can I make you PB&J?

- What do you got over there,

crunchy or creamy?

- Uh, it's extra-crunchy.

- Never in a million years,

Bill.

- Trav, you got the cellphone?

- I got it.

- Okay, cool.

- I love you.

- Love you, too.

Call me when you get there.

- We didn't get on the road

until after 5:
00.

My dad was right.

It was late.

Too late.

The sun... the sun seemed

to set quicker that day.

I don't know...

I've always hated the dark.

Maybe, deep down,

I knew that something

was waiting for me in it.

I wandered out too far

In the middle of a daydream

And lost the sun

And with the darkness

Came the immediate feeling

that I should run

And that's all

That's all I wanna do

The moment I realized

I was alone

And the weight

made my hair stand up

I heard them deep dark voices

calling me

To something

that wasn't love

And that's all

That's all I wanna do

I heard them walk up

This is a stick up

- You've been writing

in that thing forever.

- No, this is a new one, man.

The eighth.

- That's dedication, baby!

So what's today's entry?

- A hit list.

- Oh, yeah? Am I on it?

- Number one.

- Seriously,

what are you writing about?

- Uh, it's just, uh...

something I realized,

talking to Jen last night.

- Oh... that you're hung

like a light switch.

- Yeah.

- No, seriously.

Read it to me.

- Nah.

What town is this?

- I don't know if I'd call

a gas station a town.

- Yes.

- Oh...

Ah... yes!

Gimme that coffee what

Coffee what

Oh, sh*t.

Ah, sh*t. Ah, sh*t.

- Gas?

- Oh. Oh, yeah.

Um... pump number six.

- Only got two pumps.

- I... I know. Uh... joke.

- That'll be, uh...

$26.41.

- Okay, cool.

You have a penny, man?

- Why, yes, I do.

- Ah, you're great.

- Thank you.

You, too.

- Cool.

- By the way, where...

where you going?

- Uh... our car.

- No, where you driving to?

- Canada.

- Canada? Nice.

Fun, huh?

Uh... it's late, though.

The border closes at nightfall.

But you know what?

I can help you out.

There is another port,

about 100 miles northeast...

Rosendahl.

Open all night.

- Okay. Rosendahl Port, got it.

Cool. Thank you.

- Thanks, man.

- I have a quicker way.

It's an old logging road

and leads straight into Canada,

and it bypasses the border port

completely.

- Thanks, we'll hit Rosendahl...

- No. No. Where is it?

- Uh... you drive north,

just past marker 225.

A tiny road...

kind of hidden.

There's a sawhorse

blocking the way,

so you see the sawhorse,

you move it to the side,

follow the road all the way in.

Fifty minutes, you'll be

safe and sound in Canada.

- Two twenty-five. Thanks, man.

- Thanks.

- Have a good evening.

- Oh, man.

I'll tell you something:

that guy did not shower today.

- That guy did not shower ever!

O-oh I went down

To old Joe's bar room

On the corner by the square

The drinks were served

as usual

And the usual crowd

was there

Now on my left

sat Big Joe McKennedy

- Where are we?

- "A logging road.

"Just after mile marker 225.

Goes right into Canada.

It'll save ya loads of time."

- Are you serious?

You're listening to that nutjob?

Ah... you're crazy.

- You're crazy.

- What if it's a dead-end, huh,

smart-guy? What then?

- Canadian beaver

waits for no man, my friend.

- Pull over? I gotta piss.

- No way.

- What do you mean, no way?

I've gotta piss, dude.

- Nope.

- No. I'm serious.

I really need to pee, man.

- This road's creepin' me out

and I'm not f***in' stopping.

- Well, it's the road you chose,

dude,

so please pull over

so your friend can pee.

Okay, Rhonda's getting

a golden shower.

- The f*** she is!

Whoa...

Creepy...

- Who'd build that thing

way out here?

- I dunno,

maybe it's for logging stuff?

Something.

- Okay, dude, really, seriously,

pull over, I need to pee.

- Oh, yeah. Let's go kick it at

Freddy Krueger's raping shack.

Brilliant.

- Pull over. Stop. Nate, stop.

Cool. Will you pull over?

I'm serious,

my bladder's gonna explode.

- Okay. Chill. I'll stop.

- Okay, you asked for it.

I'm pissing in Rhonda.

- Dude, you piss in my car,

I will piss in your face.

- Stop! You pull over!

- Ow! Jesus.

Ow, ow, ow!

Mother-f***! Hey!

Easy on the tit-tays!

Dick.

- Go.

- What?

- Go. Drive.

- What are you talking about?

- I don't know, go! Will you go?

Drive the car, dude!

- Jesus, sorry! What the f***?

What the f***, man?

Stop f***ing around.

- I heard something.

- Yeah, my horn, dumbass.

- No. Not your horn.

It was something in the woods!

- Yeah, deer, maybe?

Ah, Travis. Nasty! Ass wind!

- No, it wasn't me, dude!

I smelled it...

- What the f*** is that?

- Go.

Go. Go. Drive through 'em.

- Drive through 'em?

They're f***ing people, man!

- No, those are not people!

Go through 'em!

Go! Drive, drive! Go!

- F***ers!

F*** this. This is crazy.

They're coming!

Reverse!

Drive! Reverse!

- Can't see sh*t!

- Go! Go!

Nate... Nate, Nate wake up.

You okay? C'mon. C'mon, buddy.

Nate, we gotta go,

we gotta drive, okay? Wake up.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

Drive! Drive!

Come on!

Please!

Go! Drive the f***ing car!

Drive! F***ing drive!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go!

F***! F***! F***!

- Nate.

- What the f*** was that?!!

Okay. Okay, okay.

Okay, come on.

There's no service!

Come on, come on. F***!

- There's no f***ing service!

- So try the antenna!

- Connect, connect, connect,

connect, connect...

Come on! Come on!

Come on. Come on, go.

Come on, baby. Come on.

F***!

F*** you, you f***!!

F***!

Help! Help!

You're gone you're gone

You're gone

You're gone you're gone

you're gone

You're gone

You're gone you're gone

you're gone

You're gone you're gone

you're gone

You're gone you're gone

You're gone

You're gone you're gone

you're gone

- Nate!!!

Nate!

Nate, answer me!!

I'm sorry.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!!!

Come on!!

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Hello?

- Yes!

...ello?

- 911 Emergency.

- Yeah, my friend was...

...you hear me? Hello?

- 911, what's your emergency?

- Yes, I-I-I'm at a gas...

...mile mark... 15.

Hello? Hello?

- What is your loc...

- Yes, we need help!

I need...

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?!

- I'm sorry I'm having...

Repeat that, please.

Hell...

- Ah, f***! F***!

Chris? Chris, hey, it's Travis.

No. No. No, man,

we never got there.

Can you hear me okay?

Okay. Thank God.

Hello?

Is anyone here?!

I need a phone!

Hello?

- That happened a few miles

from here.

Why'd ya turn that off?

- What?

- Sound familiar?

They got to you, boy,

didn't they?

- What are they?

- Tell me something.

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