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he pulled into a small parking lot, turned off the car, packed a small bowl, and smoked it. moments later he was back on the road, driving west towards the freeway he took home. the driver side window was down, and music was playing, he drove with one hand while the other dangles a cigarette out the window. one head light is out, and the roof liner has separated from the roof itself an dangled down covering a noticeable amount of the rear window. his speed is a steady 65, and he is on auto pilot. his exit is coming up, and he needs to move over 3 lanes, a lexis is merging onto the freeway, in the middle of the 3 lanes. with his blinker flashing he speeds up, moves one lane to the right, increases speed, moves into the lane with the lexis, slowly increasing speed he passes into the far right lane and continues home. he drives down the main street-all greens, a treat indeed. he parks his car on the side of the street, collects all he intends to take in with him, makes sure he has his keys with him, and steps out of the car. when the car door slams shut he becomes disoriented. no longer is he on his street, en rout to his apartment, he is laying on the side of the freeway in ivy. his vision is blurred, he can make out faint shapes, lights; both red and blue. ten feet or so in front of his car he can hardly recognize it, a hole in the windshield, the front is entirely crumpled, and in the distance he sees the lexis, which is in far worse shape. flashlights scan over his car, figures dig through rubble, one holds a pouch, and he hears “pot” before the lights turn to him. with light on him he is now able to see the bloody mess he himself is in, shards of glass litter him like a porcupine. and just as the began to radio for the paramedics he died.
very rough, but i had to get it out of my head. suggestions welcome