Did you ever get your watch fixed?

Huh? No, you know, I didn’t.

Maybe you should do that.

Naw.

Giving up on watches?

More like giving up on caring about knowing the exact time.

So you’re just going to guess? Become an expert on reading the sun’s position, maybe?

Something like that. Do you realize how many clocks there are everywhere?

I don’t even notice them.

Exactly. So I’m sure I’ll see clocks and know the time.

But won’t you be late?

Or early. Who knows!

That would drive me crazy! It would drive me all of the crazy, down the road of insane to the rest stop of losing my mind.

Don’t use the vending machines that the rest stop of losing your mind, I hear they have nothing but black licorice.

I love black licorice.

Losing your mind!

What’s wrong with black licorice?

Only everything.

You’d rather have that crappy red stuff?

Twizzlers rule.

Sure, but not as much as real licorice. That stuff will knock you flat.

And that’s why you like it?

I can’t help it if I’m man enough to enjoy a bit of licorice and you aren’t. But then you’re probably late to some event and have no clue what day it is or what time, so who cares?

Yes, it’s true, my lack of licorice and a watch will soon reduce me to a hobo.

I hope you know how to hitch rides on box cars.

I need a bindlestiff quick!