Looking at My Friend’s Butthole

We— I went to, uh, Saturday night, Ilya, he's going to Chicago, right? And both of his assistants are gone, so he said, oh, uh, can someone take me to the airport? I said, I'll take you to the airport, you know, just to be like a nice guy, whatever. So we went in the airport, and anyways, we got stuck, and then he, he was like yelling at me the whole time. He's like, go Go in this lane! I'm like, no, I can't, that's illegal. And then finally this left lane opened up, which was legal, but I would have to go out in the left lane, speed for a while, and then cut all the way back into the right. But I said, okay, I'll do it. So I went into the left lane, and I go into the left lane, and then we start to move after being in traffic for like 45 minutes, 'cause he really thought he was gonna miss his flight. And he goes, he goes, yes! Yes, Jay! Yes, Jay! Yes! And it was the only time in my entire friendship that I'd heard him be excited about anything I did. Yeah, yeah, it was the only time he cut so much traffic. I did, I did cut a lot of traffic, and then I cut back in. You're like, right here, right here, right here, cut back in. Fuck these people, fuck these people right here. Go, go, go, go, go, keep going. And then I cut back in, and then turns out we were late because everyone was picking up and we were, we were going to departing. Yeah, once we got to departing, we were good. They fucked up.