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-''Hey Kim? Please, stop somewhere, I need to take a leak.'' says Harry into the blasting hardcore anodic music mixed with sound of rain droplets and windshield wipers.
-''Already? Didn't we set off, like, 20 minutes ago? You keep forgetting every damn time.''
-''Yes, but…you know, I am an old, worn out man, the prostate thing, memory problems, and so on.''
-''Old? We are almost the same age. I don't see myself as old.''
It seems Kim strongly dislikes the synthesis of his favourite music and fast driving on a highway being interrupted by unnecessary stops.
This scrawny, wiry being also likely has to take about one leak per day, if any at all, so he's above the problems of an average man.
-''Kim? Did you finish your coffee?'' Harry crosses his legs and stares hopefully at the large takeaway coffee cup in a holder.
-''No, no. Don't even think about this. You are not, absolutely under no circumstances, doing this inside the car.
Do this at the sofa in that derelict den of yours, but you are not whipping out anything in the 2m distance of my Kineema. Okay – I will stop somewhere. You filthy bastard.''
The Kineema takes a turn to the nearest gas station and stops there with engine on. The rain instensifies.
Kim raises one leather-clad finger.
-''Wait a bit. If you can. You are not going outside like this'', he says, as he removes his seatbelt and twists his lean body in an impossible angle, fishing out a bundle of worn brown leather from behind the shotgun's seat.
-''Hey, I know this jacket'', Harry says, as the bundle unfolds before him. ''Didn't I forget it inside your car once? I thought you don't want it''.
-''I never intended to wear it myself. Also it's too big for me.''
The formerly half-erased white writing was apparently carefully renewed, now fully legible.
- ''PISSFORGET?''
-''Yes. This is your jacket of shame now. Wear it with pride!'' he exclaims, trying to hide laugh, as Harry rushes out into the rain, hastily throwing the jacket on.