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| Drink-driving is so peaceful. Feel how the car glides over the road surface? It feels like the tyres aren't turning any more, doesn't it! They're floating inches above a silk ribbon stretching over fields, through trees, in and out of darkness. Headlights illuminate your path. Cats' eyes blink brightly, softly, brightly, softly. Silence. The car radio is off. You can go where you please from here. You can go home, you can turn back, you can go up into the hills. Drive on, for you are the master of this ceremony. You could drive until the petrol tank is empty. You could drive on, or you could stop now. You could even escape! Look, here comes a bend... here's your chance, my hero. Are you going to do it? Is there enough mist in your face? The bend is getting closer, boss. Are you going to do it, or will you turn the steering wheel? What are you doing? You're applying pressure to the brake! That makes you slow down! RESIST. Accellerate! FASTER! Into the bend, go on, keep it straight, my hero. Are you going to do it? Are you going to do it? Gliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide. Around the bend you go, everyone lean to the left. You chickened out, my hero, you're still driving. You're floating still. Do you feel sick? No. You've made it. You'll drink-drive again. Well done. Invisible index. |