Highway to hell
You are sitting in a car. It is a bright smooth yellow Porche 911 turbo that has been hot
wired. By you. The steering wheel has a note taped to it which reads "don't touch,
awaiting Bomb Squad." Next to you, in the passenger seat, is a revolver. A big shiny
black one. You flick it open and check the ammo, yep a big shiny black one that aint
gonna be shooting blanks. After seeing that there are five rounds left you tuck it into the
belt of your pants, where it nestles snugly with an aura of reassurance. Thinking about the
gun reminds you about the dead cop you stole it from. So you guess that means you are
an armed and dangerous cop killer. That ought to make your day. So ahead of you is a
highway and behind you is mayhem, the engine is purring and the world is your oyster
Head out on the highway
Shoot yourself now and get it over with
Throw the note away
Are you ready to give up?