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10:42 p.m., 2001-12-26

driving home last night i never saw a car, until those two that went speeding by on the highway. the ones with the enormous wacky spoilers and rims and tinted windows and that sometimes have a fire extinguisher inside (because, i assume, their cars are so frigging hot.).

as i said, they sped by racing on christmas night, and i just marveled at how goddamned radical they were necka nd neck at breakneck speed. like the old codger that i am in my station wagon, i just remarked to myself that they will crash and die on christmas night.

god what a dick i am.

about 5 or so miles later i saw a lifeless body in the breakdown lane just over the white line of demarcation of the edge of the highway.

a body.

and off in the ditch beside the highway i saw one of the cars upside down. no occupants. i stopped, but i have not yet achieved the coolness which necessitates a cellular phone.

the person thrown from the car was dead.

i just waited for the police to show up, but someone stopped who had a cell phone and they called the police. i just told them that i didn't see the accident and they took my name and whatnot and i left.

some family somewhere is one family member less on the day after christmas.

but i don't feel bad about one less retarded souped-up import car driver zooming past me on the highway.

the second car never slowed down.


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