This is good. If I stick to this path, I’ll be a full-on social pariah by dinnertime.Coop hates me.Right, okay, I hear you—back up, calm down, tell you what happened. I will, just let me perform minor oral surgery here to extract my big foot from my even bigger mouth.So we got here a little after noon, completely famished. I guess being bludgeoned with ice-cold wind for hours works up an appetite. In spite of my ongoing confusion about whether or not I’m sleeping with a liar, I was allowing a thin trickle of optimism to seep into my system, something along the lines of until he proves himself a total dick, let’s have a good time.As we came around the corner and caught a postcard-worthy glimpse of Mendocino, I caught my breath in surprise. I haven’t been up here for years—since I was a teenager, at least—and the sight of those quaint little weather-beaten pastel buildings holding their own on the wind-ravaged bluffs made me suddenly, unreasonably happy. The layer of clouds above the ocean was sliced into thin wedges like the exposed rib cage of a whale, and that made me happy, too.
What do You think about Notes From The Backseat (2008)?
