He is a traffic philosopher, in love but afraid of commitment. She loves him too and grows impatient, and tells him, and he says, Slow down.

She called him a horse and he was so proud of himself he got a t-shirt done and when she saw it she said she meant his face and he threw up.

He dances like a wounded animal; the struggle to be attractive. He sees her laughing and smiles. From behind, her boyfriend tickles her bum.