“You ever get tired of being this way kid?” his voice mocks me. “You ever just want to quit?” “Why quit? We’re just getting started.” The smoke of burning rubber fogs the empty street. In the distance, their taillights are swallowed by the void. They’ll come back. They always do. “Yes, whenever you need them most. Other times, you have me.” “I don’t believe in you,” I say. “And yet, here I am.” “Where do we go from here?” I almost expect an answer. “Where do any of us go?” I close my eyes and I can hear the Billie Ellish song playing somewhere in the night. When we fall asleep, where do we go? “I like this song,” he says. “C’mon, kid, let’s…