Ohmyscience
04-05-2009, 07:04 AM
‘While we’re here we ought to do something’, said Paul. Paul turned his head towards Matt, and handed him a bottle of water. ‘There’s nothing we can do. You have your phone on you?’ Matt asked. Paul fidgeted his pockets and produced nothing. ‘****! We’re dead!’ Matt exclaimed. Matt tilted his head to quench his thirst. From where the two were standing they were the only intrepid life to face the unforgiving sun. ‘How the hell are we gonna get out of here?’ Matt thought out loud. Paul was at lost for words and walked back to his stalled car. He took off his glasses and shirt and tossed it into back seat of the car and waited for Matt. As Matt approached he fired off to Paul, 'You know why we’re here? Its cause you’re a tard that didn’t prepare.' ‘What’d you bring? I brought my car, gas, and food. You ain’t got nothing’, Paul responded. ‘Why did I even come?’, Matt said in surrender. ‘You came cause you wanted some action and girls. Vegas man’, Paul answered despite Matt not wanting a reply. An hour passed before Paul suggested they walk towards the main highway.
They reached the main road and noticed a sign printed ‘Vegas 10 Miles”. ‘We can walk it. See its fate. We’re bound to hit Vegas’, Paul joked. ‘How is it fate when I made a bad decision to trust you and you got us into this mess?’, Matt replied. ‘Look you’re stranded and that’s fate. What else?’, Paul decided to engage with Matt after he noticed Matt mistook his facetious remark. ‘So if I didn’t know you and I was elsewhere with a hot chick and money is that also fate?’, asked Matt. ‘Precisely. Whatever your circumstance, it is what it is and you gotta embrace it, you know amor fati.’, Paul replied. ‘**** that ****. That’s for losers who don’t want to help themselves’, Matt rebuked. ‘So you control your own fortune then?’ ‘I do what can be done and when nothing can be done, I blame Mexicans.’ They both laughed. Half a mile before they reached Vegas, Matt spotted a sign that read ‘Madame Leslie’s Brothel’. ‘Look Paul. It appeared right before us. Amor fati! *****’
They reached the main road and noticed a sign printed ‘Vegas 10 Miles”. ‘We can walk it. See its fate. We’re bound to hit Vegas’, Paul joked. ‘How is it fate when I made a bad decision to trust you and you got us into this mess?’, Matt replied. ‘Look you’re stranded and that’s fate. What else?’, Paul decided to engage with Matt after he noticed Matt mistook his facetious remark. ‘So if I didn’t know you and I was elsewhere with a hot chick and money is that also fate?’, asked Matt. ‘Precisely. Whatever your circumstance, it is what it is and you gotta embrace it, you know amor fati.’, Paul replied. ‘**** that ****. That’s for losers who don’t want to help themselves’, Matt rebuked. ‘So you control your own fortune then?’ ‘I do what can be done and when nothing can be done, I blame Mexicans.’ They both laughed. Half a mile before they reached Vegas, Matt spotted a sign that read ‘Madame Leslie’s Brothel’. ‘Look Paul. It appeared right before us. Amor fati! *****’