010514 #bushmill For a moment, I know this can't go on forever. There can't always be restaurants, and truck stops, and endless highways. It has to end. I may be a dropout, but I'm not stupid. My heart hurts more than anything right now. I just want to stay here, between these two burned-out weirdos for the rest of my life. And I've never had a clearer sense of the end of it all. There's another church on the right, slowly passing by, an older one, with spindly spires and ornate windows. There's no cutesy billboard, but behind the silhouettes of the graveyard, the sun sets like a stop sign saying stop! stop! Go back! Stop time!