From the bar to the freeway, first drinking now speeding

Streetlights smear, long comet tails. Four headlights on every car. One eye closed. Arggghh, I’m a pirate! Stop it. Be cool. Pay attention. God, I love this song. Hands at ten and two. Maybe I should call her. I should definitely call her. Where’s my phone? Close that eye, matey. Keep the other one on the road. Red like all the brake lights. Why are so many people out so late? A little woozy. Need Taco Bell. Challluuuuuuupa. Hello, drive-through voice. Why you have a splendid night yourself. Hold on. Did I leave my credit card at the bar again?

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Title by: arkle
Story by: Jenny

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