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Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 8, 2008 17:26:31 GMT -7
The spedometer creeps up towards 90 on my dashboard. I am at this point praying that I'll get a speeding ticket, if that means there's a cop anywhere nearby. Right now a cop is all I need. Since I don't see any law enforcement around... Maybe I'll be lucky enough to spin out of control at random and die in a fiery explosion., I think to myself. That would be considerably preferable to what I know is coming.
I'm being chased down the interstate at high speeds at three in the morning by a motorcycle gang who I owe large sums of money. This is particularly unpleasant because I don't have the money they want. This is even worse because I know they won't kill me fast. Sure, they have guns but why do that when you can torture the victim with other items (which at this time I don't even want to think about. My imagination is not my friend today).
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Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 8, 2008 18:52:58 GMT -7
I'm guessing that you'd like to know why the hell this is happening to me? How I got myself into this mess... I was starting my big adventure. I just turned 19, got a new car, and fell in love for the first time. Her name is Mercedes... (That's my new car for those of you who thought I had a new girlfriend). She's beautiful. Complete with a surround sound sterio system, skylight, and shiny, flawless black paint.
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Post by Ink® on Sept 8, 2008 19:20:48 GMT -7
I like it so far. Reminds me a bit of my story in a way though. ^^
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Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 8, 2008 19:21:24 GMT -7
Porque?
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Post by Ink® on Sept 8, 2008 19:22:43 GMT -7
Owing the wrong people money, dying, you know.
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Post by Colour or Lour™ on Sept 8, 2008 19:23:14 GMT -7
Oh yeah. I had totally forgotten about that one!
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Post by Ink® on Sept 8, 2008 19:27:58 GMT -7
Haha, lol. ^^
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