“No, dude. I told you, we're not crazy.”
“But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him.“That doesn't matter.”“What does?” I asked, after a little while.“Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.”
“I'm not crazy and we're not alone. I told them, but the only two people who ever believed me were the schizophrenic abducted by aliens and his invisible friend. I told them!”
“Dude, if Kentucky is going to remind you of Paris, we're in a hell of a pickle.”
“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone."I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”
“Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we're not even high”