Interstate 60

— Black harts, red spades? Come on, that's like cheating.
— Aa, experience has conditioned you, thinking that all harts are red, and all spades are black. Because their shapes are similar. It's easier for your mind to interpret them based on that passed experience. Then open to an idea that they can be different. We see what we expect to see. Not necessarily, what's really there. Children, who have never played cards, always pass this test. Makes you wonder how many other things are right in front of you, sight, sound, smell that you can't expirience, because you've been conditioned not to? If we'll do the test again you will pass. Once you are aware, that their can be black harts and red spades, you'll be able to parse them.

Say what you mean, mean what you say. You know, if everybody followed that rule, there would be a lot less trouble.

There is this theory. Given an infinite univers and infinite time... all things will happen. That means that every event is inevitable including those that are impossible.

— OK, so what's your game Mr Grant. 'Cause it seems like you know exactly what's gonna happen, just before it happens, and it's just like fucking with me!
— Oh, don't take it personal kid. I fuck with everybody. That's what I do. If I tie highly recommend it as an unending source of amusement.

Oh I say everything happens for a reason.

The truth is, you should always tell your wish. Kinda Karma thing. Put it out there, project it. Then it just might come true.

— OK, so how is it, we're on a highway, that is on any map, going to a towns, that presumably don't exist?
— Well, there are unlisted phone numbers, right? So, why can't there be unlisted highways and towns?
— I don't buy it. There's got to be a better explanation, than that.
— Better explanation. OK. How about it's a... parallel dimension. Or you're in a dream. Or it has something to do with your wish. Or... you're in a coma from when that bucket hit you. Or maybe... just maybe... You're dead.
— Well?
— Well, what do you want kid? I just gave you not one explanation, but six. All reasonable. You want an answer, pick one. It want change anything.

— I'm not doing it. Period.
— So, you just. You are not man enough? You meet a real woman and you turn in to a wuss? Think you want measure up, hmmm?
— Well, you'll never know, will you? Because if I don't do it... I want be number 2000 and whatever. I'll be number One. That one guy. Guy you will remember for the rest of your life. You stay up at night, thinking about me, wondering, Was he the One? The answer is yes. I am the perfect fuck. The one you never had... Perfect on every way...

Now Grant would say, it was inevitable. That at least once in a infinite universe, events would happen that way, and this was that time.

I consider myself an artist, too. I see life, as... Art appreciation. You know, some artist can't stand the sight of their work once it's finished. Me, I'm one of my own biggest fans.

Oh, let me tell you, the world is very different place, when you're not constantly thinking about sex. Or responding sexually to everything...

You should always find something to do, that you enjoy.

Some people just don't know what to wish for.

— Well, you can fuck me. A mind fuck, and it was terrible.
— It was good for me...

— It's a strange coincidence, seeing you here again.
— Only if you believe in coincidence. I prefer inevitability. Every event is inevitable. If it wasn't, it wouldn't happen.

How would you know, what it's like to not have something, you never had?