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Submitted by Dino Lamino <minimumdino.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-03-19 13:30:36 EST
"Where did they go? I can't see the headlights!"
This can't be happening, yet it is. My mind process is in shambles, I can't tell what is real and what isn't. There's no way I am going to come out of this... I struggle on, but can the needle go that low? The light has been on for about a minute... or maybe ten... I can't really fathom time right now. I still have a headlight left, piercing like a beacon of hope through the brush and pine. I'm not sure if that rumbling is a flat or just the terrain. A glance through the shattered rear window and I'm greeted with an occasional burst of blue strobes, taunting my freedom. My heart races faster than the redlined VVTI motor as I bang third gear and floor it...
"...just make sure you don't stop for ANYONE." His nostrils expel smoke at an almost unmeasurable rate, but you almost can't even tell. The room is a cloud of maryjane and Marlboro, with a touch of Cigarillo if I'm not mistaken. The single light on the ceiling hangs precariously, almost mocking the socially undesirables gathered under it. It swings ever so slightly to and fro, making interesting caricatures.
I don't take to criticism too lightly, enter the Greek. "Thanks, mom, you want me to call and let you know I made it to soccer practice OK?" He just snorts in my general direction, not even making eye contact. I don't want to hear any bitching... I've done this a million times before. "You can call your connect in an hour, I gotta run to Boston afterward. That better weigh out." He tosses me the aromatic package, transfers responsibility. Piece of cake.
"But you went out last nite, who were you hanging out with? Why didn't you answer your phone?" I sigh deeply and try to breathe slowly, I'm not gonna start here and now. I love her, but she drives me off the fucking wall. "I don't want to go as much as you don't want me to, nothing I can do." She stares off out the window, never satisfied. "I love you, I'll call you when I'm out." I'm not too worried, this is the same woman that flips out and never wants to fucking talk to me again... and is blowing me ten minutes later. I drop her off at the house... she would kill me if she knew what I was doing. But little did she know that everything, her clothes, the house... its all paid for. Not in any means she could imagine though. She thinks all those interviews got me a job, but no one wants to hire a high school graduate. That's my excuse, at least.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I've dreamt it before, but I never thought life would imitate my skewed version of art. Road rage prevents me from carrying in my car, but I wish my lack of anger management hadn't kept me from protecting myself...
The silhouette of a man grew larger as he walked towards my car. This wasn't the usual guy, but the usual guy is locked up half the time, so I didn't bat an eye. I never shut the car off though, I learned that a long time ago in this game. Its the usual spot, you can't even see the car once you back into the loading dock... furniture people go home at five. The LED on the dash reads 7:43.
"Hey man, how ya doin? Your man sends his regards..." I don't care for the small talk. Just give me the money and you get your product. I can't help but be on the lookout, to heed the details, somewhat tense. Everything is so dark, but I definitely notice a glimmer in the moonlight dance off of exactly what I fear the most... He comes closer to my door, I poise on the clutch, ready to release any second. I know my regular guy is dead... he hasn't missed a drop in five years. My other foot is itching to meet the floor, taking the accelerator with it.
"Oh yeah? I just talked to my man... and he said he's waiting for you." I throw the wheel to the right, flooring it in reverse... BANG BANG... two shots off. The first shot sends searing pain through my left shoulder, right about the same time his head bounces off my drivers side mirror. The second shot shatters the rear window. The man is down, but I'm not about to chance on him being out. Smoke pours out from under the front wheel wells, my adrenaline pumping like the gasoline racing through the fuel lines. Time comes close to stopping, as his arm rises up for a third shot. He is quickly put down as 3500 pounds of metal use his body as a speed bump.
What happens now? For a few moments, I ponder going to the hospital. Then I figure that I might as well drive up to the police station and stick my arms out, ready for handcuffing. I just took a life... I had no right. But I did have a right, it was him or me. For what reasons? You can't explain that, you'll never see light again. What can I say to my connection? What about the recipients of the package? Fuck, what about my girl? I'll just drive... I'll figure it out... this is the only thought I could come up with.
Right about at the moment where I felt nothing could be any worse, a black and white comes around the bend in the opposite lane. He's driving slowly, sometimes they do that, nothing to worry about. He's going the other way anyways, if he turns on the blues, then I'm gone. Sure enough, a quick look at the rear view and with my incredible shit luck, the cop turns into the next driveway. That's all I have to see...
Despair turns to excitement as I realize where I am... I really am lucky. Fifty feet down the road there's a turn... right onto the power lines. Right where I have a chance. I don't see him coming yet, but I don't take any chances... a power slide later, I'm kicking up rooster tails. I don't know where he is......
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Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2006-01-12 07:43:15 EST (#)
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Spamming people's posts is ghey.
How ironic that I'm spamming yours!
Submitted by Deconstruction (user info) at 2006-01-11 15:49:49 EST (#)
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LAZER BEAM AGAIN CAUSE IM A TOTAL ASSHOLE
Submitted by Deconstruction (user info) at 2006-01-11 15:49:35 EST (#)
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LAZER BEAM
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-01-11 15:13:50 EST (#)
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I hear someone has a sandy vagina in these parts.
Is it you? Are they your parts?
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-03-21 00:26:12 EST (#)
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+1 simply for the fact that you are making an effort and I want to encourage that effort.
Submitted by Joemama (user info) at 2005-03-20 00:53:37 EST (#)
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For what I... just accomplished.
Submitted by Wallstreet (user info) at 2005-03-19 14:49:01 EST (#)
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I've seen much worse first posts
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-03-19 14:07:02 EST (#)
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some nice description. far too muddled. keep writing.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-03-19 13:58:20 EST (#)
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You're taking the old saying "I'm a noobie dipshit retard" to new heights.
Submitted by domenad (user info) at 2005-03-19 13:48:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
This has potential, but could use some work.
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2005-03-19 13:40:08 EST (#)
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"My mind process is in shambles"
You obviously read this post as well.