Well, I mean, now-me will eventually just become future-me so I don't have to tell myself anything, but yeah, essentially that's how it works.

[Blah blah he's just talking to himself. After a second, Dave leans forward and tilts his head just to make sure Jason hasn't, like, actually died of caffeine poisoning or crazy ativan reactions or anything.]

Do you need me to go get my bro's car and take you somewhere? I mean, I only have a learner's permit, but I can almost guarantee I won't kill us both in a horrifying fiery wreck.