It's January, and we've finished our jaunt through Joshua Tree. As he starts packing up the Airstream to leave, McConaughey mostly wants to talk about people he's met on his travels. There's the woman at a bar in Montana who'd blown through town, met a guy, shagged him, and ended up getting saddled the next day with a 10-year-old Labrador and an unwanted pregnancy. Then there's the dude who calls every woman "sugar" instead of by her first name because his wife left him and then 14 days later his best friend died in his arms after a hunting accident.
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"Everybody's got a different path to where they are," he says, shaking his head sadly. "Everybody's got some shit going on."
He gets into the cab of his truck. It's time, yet again, to haul his Airstream down the highway. Soon he'll be localizing at his undisclosed fasting pueblo.
"Enjoy the road, man," he says, as he pulls out of the parking lot. "Enjoy the road."