First stroll on the sixth axis of the real world, and Danny’s out there street fighting. Danny didn’t bother to bone up on local code of conduct. He didn’t bother to learn the dialect. Just turned the keys and revved the engine. Don’t pull no punches.
“Look, I don’t come into your living room and shit on the sofa.
“We provided the venue. You pay for what you get. I have other responsibilities now. Do your own dirty work; wipe your own ass. Even in a self-driving car, you still got to steer.”
“I disagree. I am proof. I came out of the crash unscathed. Look at that mess over there, that car crash. Now look at me, softly smoking a cigarette on the staircase, smooth and doll-like. I survived without steering, and frankly, I’m a bit rattled. I just got to sit here the rest of the afternoon. Could you kindly clean up the spill? The Sun is nearly set.”
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