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I sit here in this car, with somebody I hardly know, in a section of town I haven't a fuckin' clue where I am. Don't know my phone number, don't know what day it is. I don't think I even have a real friend I could call. And I realize that I could just... disappear. Just...disappear.

— Is there anyone you don't talk to?
— Why? I engage people. I'm a connector. Human interaction, it's the spice of life. Pardon me, Tracey?
— Mm... Yes.
— That's my daughter's name. Imagine that. Same name as my daughter.