They pulled up to the old bar, the Far Bar. They had been there numerous times before, but this was to be their last before projecting out of their own bodies and into some others.
"Come on, dad, of course she remembers you. Will you please just mellow out and come inside with me?"
"No way, buddy boy. You go right on in. Fuck her for all I care. Just let me lie in this car. This is where I'll die. Right here...in the volvo."

The son jumped out of the car and fisted his hand in a knot, shaking it at the father.

"This is your last chance. Just think...everything we've been through. I mean you were an essential part of birthing me, for crying out loud, and you're going to end it all, right now, just before we die, over Pinky? Are you that dense, old man?"
"Don't be flip with me, skinny. You know damn good and well that Pinky has warped my emotions, yest you still want to bring me here ? what is wrong with YOU?"