And anyway, they’ve lied about every other goddamn thing they’ve ever done.

When pretending to be “muy borracho” so the madcap stereotypical third-world bus driver will slow down and move over, you don’t take the time to explain to the bus that no, really, you’re only projecting an implacable, irrational lethality; honest, this is merely normal, defensive driving, and your priority is a diplomatic solution to a problem everybody on the highway can recognize. —That shit’s for whoever’s sitting white-knuckled in your passenger seat, mentally running the numbers as to how fast you’re going and how quick they can get the door open and how soft the shoulder might be.