One part of me is selfish and a lazy good-for-nothing. Another part is an average working-class man trying the best he can to make both ends meet, not talking too much crap. He sits mainly at the wheel, and the good-for-nothing sits in the passenger seat, quietly waiting. Sometimes, he takes over the driver's seat and the driving. This sometimes gets us into trouble.
An old monk and a couple of distant relatives sit in the back seat.
Will we split up and go in different directions at the end of our journey?
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