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I’m driving fast through the city. there are no stoplights and nobody else is on the roads and it’s night time but everything is lit from the moon I’m not in my truck at all I’m in some fast car that really tears it up I’m letting the fat tires slide around the curves by the Art Museum the bricks of that building pulsing from black light pulsing down from the stars the pulsing lights up my car too the cops are out but they don’t seem to recognize my car and don’t know what to do so they can’t catch me they try for a few blocks but they can’t keep up everything’s hot too like the daytime here I’m glad this isn’t Collingswood I don’t know exactly where I am but I know the route even though I can’t think where it will take me I get onto 76 which is a highway and floor it up over two hundred and each time I hit a patch of dirt the car slides a little to the outside because I’m always turning turning turning holding on breaking and accelerating into the apex even in the long straight parts I’m recovering from the last turn and peeling into the next one there’s no sound of course and I’m not myself anymore which makes me think I can go faster I start looking for a spot I’ll know it when I see it It’s around the corner and I’m almost there now I can smell something burning which is exactly what I’m looking for but I can’t see it yet then it the engine stops and I pull over one tire on the curb even though there’s no one praked clsoe I’ve lost the power steering when it’s still I can see smoke pumping out of the hood like a bomb touched off I know I’d better check it out I pop the hood and the metal is red hot when I pick it up but it doesn’t burn my fingers dent the smoke clears like I’ve hurt it and the engine is knotted up and broken down the middle where the last of the smoke is the smoke is what I smelled and the broken engine is what I was after but I am disappointed. I know I’ve figured something out, but it slides like smoke, and I’m already tired again.
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It's a tough old world. Better critique me before I make my way down that list to you.
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