As you are driving me home.

I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Passenger Seat, Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie.

Atlantic City

AJ
Lucas! Hey, Lucas? Hey, Lucas? What the hell you doing here, man?

LUCAS
Something happened to me last night. In Atlantic City.

AJ
Oh, you went to Atlantic City?

MARK
Wow ... did you win anything?

LUCAS
No. I did not win. So if you guys ever wonder if it was nice to know you, I tell you now that it was.

AJ
Shit, man. What happened? What happened?

LUCAS
I do not regret the things that I have done but those I did not do.

Empire Records, Allan Moyle, 1995.

Ezekiel 25:17

You read the Bible?
There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.
For he is truly his brother's keeper
and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know I am the Lord
when I lay my vengeance upon you."
I been sayin' that shit for years.
And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass.
I never really questioned what it meant.
I thought it was just a coldblooded thing
to say to a motherfucker
'fore you popped a cap in his ass.
But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice.
Now I'm thinkin', it could mean you're the evil man.
And I'm the righteous man.
And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd
protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness.
Or it could by you're the righteous man
and I'm the shepherd
and it's the world that's evil and selfish.
I'dlike that.
But that shit ain't the truth.
The truth is you're the weak.
And I'm the tyranny of evil men.
But I'm tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.

Pulp Fiction, Quentin Tarantino, 1994.