By Anonymous
In that cold dark garage… Standing on top of a matte black Honda Civic, wheels falling off the frame and windshield shattered to bits. Mounting it as if only to assert dominance over having successfully reached the end of the ghost ride. An owl flew by, and I looked the other way, knowing what it meant. The tow truck will struggle to fit in these tight quarters. It’ll be a headache, but once it’s in police impound I’m clean of this. What a trek I’ve had since. Moving this paper weight will be easy enough. $6,000, a car, and my favorite hoodie. If I went through it again, I’d keep the hoodie.
