I know where I’m going. I also know where I’ve been. And God damn it, I know that in 8.6 miles I am taking a left turn that will put me right in front of the Faulken Bridge. And will I cross that bridge? You bet your ass I will. But make no mistake, I won’t make any attempt to cross it before I come to it.
I’ve broken bridges before. Hell, I’ve burned a few too. But let me make one thing very clear. On this road trip, I am going to do everything in my power to get from point A to point B. And in this scenario, yeah, there’s a bridge there. A big freaking bridge. And it will be crossed. By me. When I come to it.
A lot of people underestimate me. They label me a fool. I know everyone out there thinks I’ll do something stupid. I bet they think that I’ll try to cross that bridge before I get to it. “Hold your horses!” they want to say. Some doubt I’ll even cross it at all. Think I’ll drive clean past it. But I’ll cross it. Oh I’ll cross it alright. But not yet. Not until I come to it.
