"Sir, you okay? - What happened?"
"I'm lost."
"And you're laying in the middle of the road?"
"Not that kinda lost. Metaphorically. Existentially."
"You need help?"
"Well, yes I do. Can you help me?"
"You're drunk."
"No. Well, yes. A little maybe. No, please don't leave. I really do need help."
"Don't move."
"I don't want any trouble."
"Neither do I. But it's all I got, is trouble."
"Why can't I move?"
"What's your name?"
"Jessica."
"Jessica, I have a secret. I have a big one, but I've never said it out loud. I mean, what's the point?! It's not gonna change anything... It's not gonna make me good, make me adopt a puppy! I can't be what other people want me to be. What she wants me to be. This is who I am, Jessica."
"Are you gonna hurt me?"
"I'm not sure. Because you're my existential crisis. Do I kill you? Do I not kill you?"
"Please don't-"
"But I have to, Jessica. Because I'm not human... And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world! That is my secret. But there's only so, so much hurt a man can take."
