As the car disappears into the distance, you realize that you cannot rely or trust anyone. You hide behind a mailbox and check the surrounding. Across the street is a gas station. You decide to get the soda now and worry about getting home second. As you approach the station, a limo pulls in. A window in the back slowly winds down, but it is so dark inside the car that you cannot see inside. Only a high pitched voice telling you to get in escapes from the darkness.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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