(1974)
We drive down from Hamburg, New Jersey on a road nobody’s
heard of except for Frank, Jimmy bitching at me in the back seat from his usual
soap box in the passenger seat, warning me not to distract Frank while he’s driving
or we might wind up in Oshkosh, wherever that might be.
Jimmy says the last thing he needs is to have a giggling Frank
driving in this remote place, and that if anything sets him off, he’ll murder Frank
to shut him up.
Jimmy, as usual, is in a hurry, although today he might
actually have a good reason, since he hopes to reach his sister’s house before
she leaves for work.
He’s broke again and needs to borrow some money.
But Frank, who Jimmy’s once described as “the most careless
careful driver in the world,” takes a route where he rarely as to exceed 25
milers per hour and seems particularly attracted to 20, pumping up Jimmy’s
outrageous with each painful mile.
We all know that when we get to Jimmy’s sister’s place,
she’ll be gone, and Jimmy will be so pissed he won’t be able to speak the whole
trip back.
We only pretend like we might get there until Jimmy gets
pissed thinking about it and yells for to pull over, and when Frank does, Jimmy
gets out and starts to walk.
We have to beg him to get back in the car by which time,
he’s come up with a new scheme and tells Frank to give him $50.
This puts an abrupt halt to Frank’s giggling.
He sees nothing funny when it comes to money and demands to
know why he should give Jimmy anything.
Jimmy’s say Frank owes him $100 and Jimmy being a kind soul
is willing to settle accounts for half if Frank pays it right away.
Naturally, Frank asks how Jimmy came up with such a debt,
and frowns even more when Jimmy mentions the bet the two of them made at 16
that suggested the sickly Frank wouldn’t survive until age 25.
A relieve Frank giggles again, and points out that he isn’t
25 yet, but 24.
At which point, Jimmy says that’s why he’s willing to
settle. Jimmy doesn’t trust Frank to leave the $100 in his will when he does
kick the bucket next year.
Things are about to get ugly between the two of them when I
point out that we are lost.
Jimmy blames me for distracting Frank, then orders Frank to
pull into a gas station where he might get a map and make a phone call. He says
he’s got to have his sister check the news paper’s obituaries to see if Frank’s
name is in them yet.
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