What is it about these two massive doofuses that moves me? Maybe because it’s my father’s favorite movie, or that my ex hated it for its stupidity, or maybe I am a massive doofus and enjoy being in similar company. It’s not a smart comedy, I admit this, it’s the worst kind of slapstick with a soundscape of 90’s B-sides behind it. Still, maybe there is something to be said about two buds, jobless and lonely, roadtripping it across the country, fumbling and fucking up, making messes of their lives, and, somehow, someway, always landing right-side up—luck always in their favor in the way it can only be in movies. I think we all secretly wish for a hapless friend to fill that cold passenger seat, who will drive the next shift and sip a frosty Big Gulp with us in the rambling Midwest. We all hope, don’t we? For some plain old dumb luck to lay its ghostly palms on our bumpers and usher us between the highway lines. The problem is it almost never does.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Eddie Krzeminski received his MFA from Florida International University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Grist, Split Lip, Saw Palm, and elsewhere. He plays music and teaches writing classes in Southwest Florida. Twitter: @EddieKrze
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