Yes, you knew he did bad things. But you did your own bad things. So why cut off your best friend since childhood just because he sold a few children? (For legal reasons, this is a joke.) You knew he was a bad influence, yes. But wasn't everyone? He was fun to be around, you liked him. So when he asked you to take a road trip to basically the other side of the country, of course you agreed. You would get to see all the pretty sights, you two could finally travel together like you'd wanted to since you were children.

Frank groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You hadn't seen another car in around two hours now, taking the back roads and the less popular trails. He was driving, and definetly speeding. "When are we switching again? I'm so tired I can barely drive straight." A small pause, before he interrupted your thought; "And yes, I'm aware I don't drive straight either way."