After all these years I still don't get this part. Was Bernie a mechanic also...

You are rewarded this (You) for contributing to a b8 thread anyway

>be me
>see drive, become obsessed with becoming the driver
>get my hair cut just like the goose
>too poor to afford a replica jacket so I just buy a generic bomber and draw a scorpion on the back
>spend all day working out to look good like the driver, got my bmi down to 33 in a week
>replace all the music on my zune with synthwave
>finally feel confident I am the driver
>decide to pull a driver-esque stunt in real life
>get a hammer from my garage and a nerf bullet since I don't have a real one
>get in my used honda crv that I spray-painted to look like a mustang
>drive to a nearby strip club
>make a beeline to the changing room
>walk in, see the owner sitting with the girls, he's some greasy italian fuck
>go to smash his hand with my hammer
>completely miss and trip
>everybody laughs
>i stand up and regain my dignity
>say "who's money do I have" so quietly that no one can hear me
>everybody just keeps laughing
>all of sudden this drunk ginger fuck bursts in blabbing about gladiator, literally swinging a mace around
>hold up the nerf bullet
>"Y-you remember this"
>gladiator guy goes "hey tony how the fuck did this baccala get in here"
>say nothing, try to maintain eye contact but get nervous and stare at the floor
>mutter "I drive" under my breath
>decide fuck it and take the gladiator on in one on combat
>swing at him with my hammer, hit him hard in his ribcage
>he smashes my head in with the mace thing and I fall to the ground
>I faintly hear nightcall playing as I fade into the abyss

a real human being

this is my first (you). this was all worth it.

How new are you? Be truthful

>Be me
>Watch Drive for the first time
>Get obsessed over it
>Immediately go and buy the blu-ray
>Watch it at least 4 times each day
>Decide to buy a scorpion jacket just like driver
>Act and speak like the Driver
>Every time I take a couple seconds before responding
>Respond with single words only
>Decide to take my mothers van to drive
>Buy appropriate gloves for full Driver experience, costed me $235 from amazon
>Alway play "Nightcall" while driving
> Find an empty parking area with only a truck parked there
> Old, fat truck driver comes out
>Truck driver:"Cool jacket buddy, wanna hop in my truck for a drink?"
>I take around 25 seconds to respond, just positively nod
>Go to his truck
>Forces me blow him one
>My mother calls, I had set my ringtone to "Nightcall"
>MFW I am in a lonely parking lot, blowing an old fat truck driver while "Nightcall" is playing

>tfw you didn't see Drive opening night and went home to driveposting
I was too late. . . . . . .
I-i drive everyone, haha. . . ha, ha. . . .

3 years.

>driving in my honda at midnight with nightcall playing at max volume
>wearing my authentic scropion jacket and have a toothpick squeezed between my lips
>driving too fast so a cop pulls me over
>he walks up to the car and knocks on the window
>"please turn fown that music" he shouts
>can't hear him, wait 30s and say "what"
>he shouts it again louder
>i stare at him blankly for a while then turn off the music
>"son do you have any idea how fast you were going"
>"...no"
>"well you were going pretty fast I'm gonna have to give you a ticket"
>"...I drive"
>at this point the copper thinks I'm high and makes me do one of thise finger tests
>make continuous eye contact while he wags his finger around like a kike
>"I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car"
>open the door and step out after a lengthy stare
>"now you're gonna have to walk in a straight line here"
>throw him to the ground and bash his head with my foot
>some fat fuck in a red jacket decides to drive by right at that moment
>quickly get back in thr car and chase after him
>lose his lights as he swerves off the road and upends himself
>tries to get out of the car and run away, I stare at him deliberately for a moment then shoot him
>walk over to the car, shoot the girl inside
>loud string music emanates from the radio
>go back to my car and drive back tiward the dead cop
>for some reason my phone is now filled with Scandinavian folk music instead of synthwave
>find steve buscemi waiting for me in the cop car
>realize I'm in the wrong fucking movie

this
it would be shit without 'so randum' and 'le shootout'. tarantino died after reservoir dogs

kek I should've watched that Q&A. Refn wouldnt know though he's clearly autistic and based driver on himself

>tarantino died after reservoir dogs
sad, but true

....and not even a little from Gosling himself? It was a collaborative effort

r8 his wife

Who ready for Autismo Runner?

well show us some examples of autism goose irl then

youtu.be/gauLLAR7njY
A real hero

what movie tho

Uses his star power to break up confrontations and make this world more peaceful, a real human being

>be me
>a little socially awkward, not ugly, but have trouble keeping conversations interesting
>watch "Drive" and decide i'm going to change my life
>I will become the driver
>buy solid color henley t shirts, a jean jacket, and skinny jeans
>start college next month
>meet roommate at move in day
>"hey user, i'm stephen, its nice to meet you"
>want to respond but remember i have a new image now
>look directly at him
>letting the silence hang in the air, counting to 10 in my head
>"hey"
>he seemed a little off put but at least im not the one feeling uncomfortable for once

>one week later
>roommate asks if i want to go to a rush party with him, and these two girls he met the night before
>"ok"
>"great, but it's off campus, do you know anyone who could drive us?"
>get really excited... but remember to count to ten first
>.....
>"I drive"
>"ok, thanks bro, it'll be worth it when you see these girls. they are smoking hot. and i've been talking you up to one of them."
>i begin to get nervous, because i've never had much success with girls.
>I think about how driver would handle the situation
>say as little as possible
>be mysterious
>be in control
>on our way to pick up the girls
>I decide tonights the night i bust out my driving gloves, and my roommate notices
>"cool gloves user"
>i nod and slip in a toothpick

>pull up to the girls house
>roommate gets out to get them
>"you've got a five minute window, anything happens inside that five minutes, im yours. anything happens outside of that and your on your own. understand?"
>this is probably the single longest thing i've said to him at this point, he seems surprised
>"uh.. sure.. it wont take long"
>i take off my watch and put it on the steering wheel
>the girls get to the car and he wasn't lying, they were super hot. they were also super drunk already
>"wow stephen, you werent lying about him, he's a cute one"

>i begin to get a little nervous. my hands are sweaty as fuck from my gloves, and im wearing my quilted racing jacket (no scorpion) over my jean jacket
>remember the driver doesn't have to respond to social cues
>meet them with silence
>stephen begins to look nervous for me
>".....what's the job?"
>"uhh... the party is a few miles away... thanks again for driving"
>turn on my cb police scanner and pull out of the driveway
>the girls are now really getting into it
>they think im pretty cool, the strong silent thing is working
>girl in the backseat is touching my chest from behind
>"youre really quiet *giggle* i can't wait to loosen you up a little tonight..." she winks
>im panicking now, social anxiety is setting in
>decide to show off a little, take some turns at high speeds
>"holy shit user SLOW DOWN" stephen yells
>but the girls are liking it, laughing as they are thrown around the back seat.
>decide i'm going to cuck my roommate as the driver,
>but i need more time to show off my driving skills, and the trip is almost over
>"you wanna see somethin?"
>the girls are confused but too drunk to really respond affirmatively
>take the scenic route
>about 20 minutes later and it's pretty clear i've gotten us lost

>roommate is silently fuming
>"user, where the fuck are we. we should've been there fifteen minutes ago"
>silent
>the girls are quiet now too
>the only sound is Tick of the Clock by Chromatics playing on repeat, over my police scanner, as it has for the entire trip
>...."you don't need to know the route"
>roommate is pissed and begins looking up directions on his phone
>one of the girls has to pee, she asks to pull over
>i say the five minutes line again, i didn't know what else to say
>my roommate by now has decided i am an autist
>girls step out of the car, roommate does too
>I stay in the car, but i hear them all laughing.
>I think they are probably laughing at me
>grip my steering wheel and floor it, tires screeching
>hear my roommate yell "WHAT THE FUCK user"
>go back to the dorm and begin filling out roommate transfer request

You serious?

Is u tupid?

Anyone else here literally Driver?

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I drive

yeah man

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REALLY MAKES YOU THINK

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does anyone have the greentext pasta about the guy who actually changed his life for the best after watching Drive, got a gf, job, etc., and no one noticed he was mimicking the movie after all that time.

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Do normal people think Drive is autistic, too? Do they think I'm autistic if I tell them it's my favorite movie?

Yes and yes

lol

>be me
>watch drive
>it's a complete pile of shit
>hendricks was cute though
>don't get obsessed with it because I'm not a child

>having interests is childish
what's it like being so miserable?