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Authors: Eros Winter
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survival is complete zero. And what better way to capture myself some final thoughts? I want to experience my life flashing before my eyes and such. Jumping, I get to watch Death come up from the ground and greet me. He and I can converse the entire way down. And just to top it off, I'll get the exhilarating feeling of having my stomach jump up to my throat. My final physical sensation will be a next level overload of adrenaline!
That's it. It's decided. This plan cannot be beat.
To the canyon!
Up ahead, I watch a traffic light turn from yellow to red. Annoyance is quick to follow. I don't have time for this shit! I stop and look around. There is no one else on the street; the light changed on a damn timer! This light is one of my least favorite in the area, and since this is the closest intersection to my home, it's a light I'm very familiar with. The street crossing me is the big one, so the light always lasts forever for them, whether cars are coming or not, and I have to sit and wait. But what the fuck am I waiting for? There is no one else around...
Getting antsy, I scoot forward a few inches. The light remains red. “Come onnnn, come on, come on, come on!” I flash my brights. Incredibly, it doesn't respond. "Fuck!" I shout. Still red.
You know what? Enough is enough.
I have eyes and senses. I can look around and see that no one is coming. Why should I have to sit and waste my life at a light that is serving no purpose? I take my foot off the brake and drift forward, taking one last look around. Seeing no one, I go. A surge of adrenaline courses through me as I commit the devious act. My eyes dart about, just waiting to see those red and blue flashing lights, but they don't come.
And then it hits me. Who cares if I get a ticket anyway? I'll never have to pay it. Tonight is it for me. I can drive however I want! Death is giving me freedom like I have never had, and boy is it grand. I start pushing my foot closer to the floor, increasing my speed one mile per hour at a time.
Speed limit: 40 MPH. Current speed: 57 MPH.
My heart is banging up to my ears. A green light looms deep in the distance. Normally there would be no chance of making it, and even at this speed my chance is low. It's ridiculous, I know, but I must go faster. I must make the light! I push my foot down harder, breaking into the sixties and racing toward the 70's. I'm going nearly double the speed limit, and I can fucking tell! The landmarks around me are rushing by wayyy too quick. The narrow two lane road doesn't seem big enough to contain such speeds, but I keep pushing.
At forty yards out from the light, it turns yellow. I don't have to debate whether or not stopping is an option. It isn't. I let out a mighty yell and press my foot to the floor. I don't look at my speed anymore; I can't afford to remove my eyes from the road. Long before I hit the intersection, the light goes red. I lay down my horn, hold up a proud middle finger, and allow myself through. A few cars have to slam on their brakes to avoid hitting me; I hope they chipped their skulls. Seconds later, there is nothing left of the incident save the rapidly shrinking glow of headlights in my rear view mirror.
Good god this is fun.
I'll probably just be straight up arrested if caught at these speeds... but the solution is simple. If a cop gets behind me, I'll try to escape. I'll do my best to lose him, experience a great car chase, and then, if I can't get away, I'll end it in a crash. I'd say that would be epic enough to constitute my life's finale; plus, a high emotion situation like that would make it easy to do the deed.
Speed limit long forgotten, I whisk through the streets like a menace, disregarding any and all traffic laws. No light can hold me, and no vehicle can slow me down: I am the embodiment of hell on wheels.
Driving this way allows me to reach the canyon in 24 minutes. Never had I realized how much traffic was slowing me down, and never have I felt so dumb for
That's it. It's decided. This plan cannot be beat.
To the canyon!
Up ahead, I watch a traffic light turn from yellow to red. Annoyance is quick to follow. I don't have time for this shit! I stop and look around. There is no one else on the street; the light changed on a damn timer! This light is one of my least favorite in the area, and since this is the closest intersection to my home, it's a light I'm very familiar with. The street crossing me is the big one, so the light always lasts forever for them, whether cars are coming or not, and I have to sit and wait. But what the fuck am I waiting for? There is no one else around...
Getting antsy, I scoot forward a few inches. The light remains red. “Come onnnn, come on, come on, come on!” I flash my brights. Incredibly, it doesn't respond. "Fuck!" I shout. Still red.
You know what? Enough is enough.
I have eyes and senses. I can look around and see that no one is coming. Why should I have to sit and waste my life at a light that is serving no purpose? I take my foot off the brake and drift forward, taking one last look around. Seeing no one, I go. A surge of adrenaline courses through me as I commit the devious act. My eyes dart about, just waiting to see those red and blue flashing lights, but they don't come.
And then it hits me. Who cares if I get a ticket anyway? I'll never have to pay it. Tonight is it for me. I can drive however I want! Death is giving me freedom like I have never had, and boy is it grand. I start pushing my foot closer to the floor, increasing my speed one mile per hour at a time.
Speed limit: 40 MPH. Current speed: 57 MPH.
My heart is banging up to my ears. A green light looms deep in the distance. Normally there would be no chance of making it, and even at this speed my chance is low. It's ridiculous, I know, but I must go faster. I must make the light! I push my foot down harder, breaking into the sixties and racing toward the 70's. I'm going nearly double the speed limit, and I can fucking tell! The landmarks around me are rushing by wayyy too quick. The narrow two lane road doesn't seem big enough to contain such speeds, but I keep pushing.
At forty yards out from the light, it turns yellow. I don't have to debate whether or not stopping is an option. It isn't. I let out a mighty yell and press my foot to the floor. I don't look at my speed anymore; I can't afford to remove my eyes from the road. Long before I hit the intersection, the light goes red. I lay down my horn, hold up a proud middle finger, and allow myself through. A few cars have to slam on their brakes to avoid hitting me; I hope they chipped their skulls. Seconds later, there is nothing left of the incident save the rapidly shrinking glow of headlights in my rear view mirror.
Good god this is fun.
I'll probably just be straight up arrested if caught at these speeds... but the solution is simple. If a cop gets behind me, I'll try to escape. I'll do my best to lose him, experience a great car chase, and then, if I can't get away, I'll end it in a crash. I'd say that would be epic enough to constitute my life's finale; plus, a high emotion situation like that would make it easy to do the deed.
Speed limit long forgotten, I whisk through the streets like a menace, disregarding any and all traffic laws. No light can hold me, and no vehicle can slow me down: I am the embodiment of hell on wheels.
Driving this way allows me to reach the canyon in 24 minutes. Never had I realized how much traffic was slowing me down, and never have I felt so dumb for
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