The Outsiders

“Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad.”

“Whaaaaaat?”

“Are we there yet?”

“What do you mean? We stopped and checked into the motel an hour ago.”

“Yeaaaaa, but where are we really going? Like where’s our destination even? I was in cryofreeze for at least five light-years, and when I woke up, you were still doing calculations for our next hyperspace jump.”

“Son, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey. And don't lie, you were not in sleep mode. After deceler-ation, the Hornpub icon was blinking on your face as soon as we got data reception.”

“Haaaaaaa!! Whatever!!!!! You rag on my online time just to change the topic whenever you’re lost. And, we’re lost for suuuure.”

“Hey, if you knew exactly where you’re going and what to expect, it wouldn’t be a very exciting adventure, would it?”

“You want an adventure, Dad? Let’s ditch mom while she’s in the can and hit on those pool babes. I think one of them winked at you.”

"To have a great adventure, son—and survive—requires good judgment. Good judgment comes from experience. Experience, of course, is often the result of poor judgment."

“What are you trying to say, Dad?”

“Just that you have amassed a surprising amount of experience.”