Jason has deep thoughts while sitting in a car with a fan.
And then there is this fact: the good feeling, the sudden possibilities of the world, of your normal life to randomly—just from something small like meeting a girl you don’t have to have sex with—to randomly and unexpectedly seem better or more magical than it really is, that good feeling is just as easy to erase as a chalkboard full of the most profound things. They can be gone. Bam! Like that. Like a lightning strike, or a plane flying into a tower, or a glass fish tank shattering on dirty linoleum. And when happiness is that easy to destroy. Why fucking bother?