| Johnny climbs behind the wheel, pops another trank, and starts the car. He hits the windshield wipers to clear the dew off of the windshield and he turns off the radio. He fumbles in his pocket for a lighter and there's a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Johnny clicks on the headlights and stares at the wall of the parking deck and he grips the steering wheel with both hands, now, and he presses his face into the steering wheel and he half-scream-half-growls with his mouth closed and he waits. He sighs. He closes his eyes. And he remembers. |
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