Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2010 5:17:24 GMT -5
Jim sat under the flickering bar light bottle grasped tightly into his hand. the taste of beer and whiskey hung heavy in the air dancing with the smoke from his rocky Patel cigar. a sweet aroma with each inhale. " i wonder bar keep" jims voice crackled with intoxication "i wonder why i dont remember what it is i am drinking away. its not a lost loved one or... well who knows" he muttered on as he left the dive bar on the out stretched part of town the neon lights just a few out of dozens of bars. his eyes wonder from left to right then back again. the air didnt seem quite right to humid jim thought to humid for july there must be a storm coming.
in the distance thunder confirmed his fear and lighting sealed the deal. upon the horizon the moon played peek a boo with the storm clouds the distance sound of a siren waled almost simultaneously with the sheet of water that began to pour from the sky.
The 350 small block from jims chevelle roared to life and the tires spun hot death upon the asphalt as the pistons pumped and roared happily with the thirst of a drunkard each explotion pushing 500 horses in a joy only known at the speed over 100 miles an hour. that 100 was easily achieved in wat seemed a split second and the race through red lights and sheets of rain began. free bird vibrated the cars speakers in a dull noise behing the engines roar.
Jims eyes peeled back as his lids began to close into darkness a drunk darkness into the night into the country side into the desert the drunk and his thirst for death flew in his steal fire rocket.
"this is it" jim yelled over the engine and music to the picture hanging on his rear view mirror. "this is the end" then a blur a commotion and silence.
in the distance thunder confirmed his fear and lighting sealed the deal. upon the horizon the moon played peek a boo with the storm clouds the distance sound of a siren waled almost simultaneously with the sheet of water that began to pour from the sky.
The 350 small block from jims chevelle roared to life and the tires spun hot death upon the asphalt as the pistons pumped and roared happily with the thirst of a drunkard each explotion pushing 500 horses in a joy only known at the speed over 100 miles an hour. that 100 was easily achieved in wat seemed a split second and the race through red lights and sheets of rain began. free bird vibrated the cars speakers in a dull noise behing the engines roar.
Jims eyes peeled back as his lids began to close into darkness a drunk darkness into the night into the country side into the desert the drunk and his thirst for death flew in his steal fire rocket.
"this is it" jim yelled over the engine and music to the picture hanging on his rear view mirror. "this is the end" then a blur a commotion and silence.