Its March 28th. I go to sleep and I dream.
Im driving in my car, relaxed and moving fast. An unusual beeping sound coming from somewhere inside my car ruptures the monotony-induced daze that typically inhabits my head on long trips. My first thought is that a friend has left their cell phone behind, but the beep-beep-beeping sounds too urgent to be an incoming call, and besides - dont most phones have mp3 ring tones nowadays anyway? With one hand left on the wheel, I feel around underneath the passenger seat and as my head lowers and centers more over the console, it registers in me that the beeping is not coming from below but rather above. I straighten myself in my seat and after readjusting my car slightly back into the center of my lane, I throw a quick glance up towards the roof of my car, then I see it. Ive never had a radar detector in my car, but nonetheless, there it is stuck up behind the rearview and its going off like 9/10ths of the local precinct is crouching down behind the next mailbox. Being the obstinate speeder that I am, my foot keeps the car traveling at 100km/h while my eyes scan the countryside ahead for a trap. I see nothing. The road ahead is flat. There is no traffic, not even a parked car. The melody on the radio has only just begun to creep back into my head when I come upon him; a police cruiser, traveling in my lane, in like direction. Despite ample daylight, Im less than 30 yards off his back bumper before I even see him and it takes a good punch on the brakes to slow down in time. Luckily the roads are clear and dry and the speed of my car paces with his and shortly afterward he turns left off the road. Im pretty sure he doesnt see me either. His lights stay off and I watch him until he disappears out of my peripheral vision. My foot goes back to the pedal on the right. I awake and the dream fades quickly in the face of consciousness...
Its March 29th. I bound out of bed. The alarm on my cell phone didnt go off again, what the FUCK is wrong with this thing. I dress quickly and hang only my head into the shower in a speedy attempt to tame the bed-head before I gel it and hit the road without breakfast. I am going to be late again. I am going to be written up and suspended AGAIN. However, it is early on a Sunday 5.a.m. in fact, and the roads, despite being wet, are essentially void of commuters. My boss wont be there until 5:30 at the earliest and if Im quick, he wont ever know the difference. I jump into my car carrying this new resolve and I drive. My foot applies steady pressure to the pedal on the right. The car slips through crisp early morning air, uncontested and merely slowing to California stops for stop signs and red lights alike. Leaving the burbs behind me, I race out into the intercity roads and the speedometer needle quickly ascends past 100 km/h. I glance away from the road momentarily to check the clock on the dashboard. 5:12am. I better keep it punched. My hand reaches for my seatbelt and fastens it into place. As my car comes over the crest of a hill and hustles onto a flat stretch of road, they announce on the radio that Nirvana, Nevermind is the #1 most voted rock album of all time and the DJ gets ready to spin the second track from the album: In Bloom. In anticipation my fingers dial up the volume while my eyes gaze out over the countryside before me. The pre dawn darkness is unbroken here. No streetlights, no car lights, no urban or city lights; just me in my car relaxed and moving fast. . The melody on the radio creeps into my mind and leads me off somewhere pleasant. Im less than 30 yards off his back bumper before I even see him; a flatbed lumber truck, traveling slowly in my lane, in like direction with no trailer lights on whatsoever. There is scarcely enough time to recognize that a rear end collision would necessitate his back bumper coming through my windshield at head level. I quickly veer left to go around him. In surprise and shock I lose myself momentarily and my right foot, briefly, ever so softy, touches on the left pedal. The steering wheel in my hand goes slack and becomes completely irrelevant in my hands. My tires plane over wet asphalt. The car spins out 90 degrees left. I look over my right shoulder at the coming crash. I will miss the truck and hit the ditch and fuck. Telephone pole. I recall my speed. In utter surrender, my head turns back to look out the front window. It is 5:14.a.m. Overtures of the coming day are beginning to chase the night out of the low horizon sky. I feel so far away and alone. im not coming out of this one I just dont see myself living throu- BLACK.
99 Civic:
http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/4/90/166904/41391/489962.jpg
foe of the 99 Civic:
http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/4/90/166904/41391/489963.jpg
Pay attention to your dreams. They are not meaningless.
Im driving in my car, relaxed and moving fast. An unusual beeping sound coming from somewhere inside my car ruptures the monotony-induced daze that typically inhabits my head on long trips. My first thought is that a friend has left their cell phone behind, but the beep-beep-beeping sounds too urgent to be an incoming call, and besides - dont most phones have mp3 ring tones nowadays anyway? With one hand left on the wheel, I feel around underneath the passenger seat and as my head lowers and centers more over the console, it registers in me that the beeping is not coming from below but rather above. I straighten myself in my seat and after readjusting my car slightly back into the center of my lane, I throw a quick glance up towards the roof of my car, then I see it. Ive never had a radar detector in my car, but nonetheless, there it is stuck up behind the rearview and its going off like 9/10ths of the local precinct is crouching down behind the next mailbox. Being the obstinate speeder that I am, my foot keeps the car traveling at 100km/h while my eyes scan the countryside ahead for a trap. I see nothing. The road ahead is flat. There is no traffic, not even a parked car. The melody on the radio has only just begun to creep back into my head when I come upon him; a police cruiser, traveling in my lane, in like direction. Despite ample daylight, Im less than 30 yards off his back bumper before I even see him and it takes a good punch on the brakes to slow down in time. Luckily the roads are clear and dry and the speed of my car paces with his and shortly afterward he turns left off the road. Im pretty sure he doesnt see me either. His lights stay off and I watch him until he disappears out of my peripheral vision. My foot goes back to the pedal on the right. I awake and the dream fades quickly in the face of consciousness...
Its March 29th. I bound out of bed. The alarm on my cell phone didnt go off again, what the FUCK is wrong with this thing. I dress quickly and hang only my head into the shower in a speedy attempt to tame the bed-head before I gel it and hit the road without breakfast. I am going to be late again. I am going to be written up and suspended AGAIN. However, it is early on a Sunday 5.a.m. in fact, and the roads, despite being wet, are essentially void of commuters. My boss wont be there until 5:30 at the earliest and if Im quick, he wont ever know the difference. I jump into my car carrying this new resolve and I drive. My foot applies steady pressure to the pedal on the right. The car slips through crisp early morning air, uncontested and merely slowing to California stops for stop signs and red lights alike. Leaving the burbs behind me, I race out into the intercity roads and the speedometer needle quickly ascends past 100 km/h. I glance away from the road momentarily to check the clock on the dashboard. 5:12am. I better keep it punched. My hand reaches for my seatbelt and fastens it into place. As my car comes over the crest of a hill and hustles onto a flat stretch of road, they announce on the radio that Nirvana, Nevermind is the #1 most voted rock album of all time and the DJ gets ready to spin the second track from the album: In Bloom. In anticipation my fingers dial up the volume while my eyes gaze out over the countryside before me. The pre dawn darkness is unbroken here. No streetlights, no car lights, no urban or city lights; just me in my car relaxed and moving fast. . The melody on the radio creeps into my mind and leads me off somewhere pleasant. Im less than 30 yards off his back bumper before I even see him; a flatbed lumber truck, traveling slowly in my lane, in like direction with no trailer lights on whatsoever. There is scarcely enough time to recognize that a rear end collision would necessitate his back bumper coming through my windshield at head level. I quickly veer left to go around him. In surprise and shock I lose myself momentarily and my right foot, briefly, ever so softy, touches on the left pedal. The steering wheel in my hand goes slack and becomes completely irrelevant in my hands. My tires plane over wet asphalt. The car spins out 90 degrees left. I look over my right shoulder at the coming crash. I will miss the truck and hit the ditch and fuck. Telephone pole. I recall my speed. In utter surrender, my head turns back to look out the front window. It is 5:14.a.m. Overtures of the coming day are beginning to chase the night out of the low horizon sky. I feel so far away and alone. im not coming out of this one I just dont see myself living throu- BLACK.
99 Civic:
http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/4/90/166904/41391/489962.jpg
foe of the 99 Civic:
http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/4/90/166904/41391/489963.jpg
Pay attention to your dreams. They are not meaningless.
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lilyk:
update already