Highway to hell
You charge down the ramp marked "Route 666" at 100 miles an hour. Careening around
as you run the thin bladed edge of control. You don't know where you are going, but
that's not the important thing. The important thing is that you are not hanging around. Not
when you have a whole road before you. As the miles fall behind you, your tension
collapses in upon itself, giving on to you a moment of relief. The revolver tucked into the
belt of your pants gives you an aura of reassurance then nothing can stand in your way.
Slow down
Keep speeding along
Are you ready to give up?