Now that you’ve seen the movie The Spectacular Now, you want to know how the book by Tim Tharp ends.<\/p>\n
Here is the last page:<\/p>\n
I open my arms wide and let the wind flow over me. I love the universe and the universe loves me. That\u2019s the one-two punch right there, wanting to love and wanting to be loved. Everything else is pure idiocy\u2014shiny fancy outfits, Geech-green Cadillacs, sixty-dollar haircuts, schlock radio, celebrity-rehab idiots, and most of all, the atomic vampires with their de-soul-inators, and flag-draped coffins.<\/p>\n
Goodbye to all that, I say. And goodbye to Mr. Asterhole and the Red Death of algebra and to the likes of Geech and Keeeevin. Goodbye to Mom\u2019s rented tan and my sister\u2019s chargecard boobs. Goodbye to Dad for the second and last time. Goodbye to black spells and jagged hangovers, divorces, and Fort Worth nightmares. To high school and Bob Lewis and once-upon-a-time Ricky. Goodbye to the future and the past and, most of all, to Aimee and Cassidy and all the other girls who came and went and came and went.<\/p>\n
Goodbye. Goodbye. I can\u2019t feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic \u201cweeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n