Hushed whispers in the woods at night, the stars floating high above, visible for the first time through eyes that know only a simple triangle. That triangle was lost in a sea of points, all more pointy then the last. Smiles and averted eyes, about four thousand dollars worth of outdoor cigarettes, and four people in the car, all insane, but for different reasons. One, the safety driver in the back, clinging on for dear life as the car rocketed past a stroller at an alarming thirteen miles per hour. And don't kid yourself, thirteen is fast, or at least unlucky. Wait, no it's not. Another passenger, not allowed to drive due to the same crazy person having already ripped several pieces of his car off in a frenzy of slow downs and right lane ending signs. Random bear attacks plagued the third passenger, or didn't, whichever she may have thought was worse. Circles through the forest as the silent clock tolls midnight. No water, too many spiders, and a bottle of wine later, we find ourselves in the nicest motel six ever seen, and paying the price for it. Manipulations and hilarity ensues, resulting in desirable circumstances, and the gas station is our only refuge as the village sleeps for the night, even the walmart. I can't imagine what would have happened had I gotten on that train with him that day. A crazy blonde haired lady would be seen moments later driving alongside, urging us to jump as we cower, and realize that our favorite passenger was right, thirteen miles an hour is damn fast indeed. But alas, instead of losing toes or life, simply a satchel on a stick was left behind, an old piece of cheese awaiting the first lucky last class passenger to happen across it. Many things where revealed that night, things that we all knew, yet no one believes, because, after all, I am just Ebert. And apparently that's the perfect excuse for doing anything. Anything at all. The sun rises and we shrink away into the covers, slumber coming but moments too soon. A drive back with the same shrieking in the trunk, everything returns to normal, everyone goes back to those whom they left, and life goes on. Things will never be the same, yet they are as comfortable and nervous as ever. It is truly all good, and whoever says otherwise just isn't looking hard enough. Or looking too hard.