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I couldn’t stay planted in my seat as the car went skipping around the corner. Jim’s keychain looked like it was trying to escape the ring it was so grievously hooked to. “Slow the fuck down!” I screamed, as he slammed on the gas to pass up another eighteen wheeler. They blasted their horn as we cut in front of them on the narrow two lane highway. “I’ll slow down when you tell me what the hell was going on back there, Alice.” Jim’s veins were straining on his forehead. They looked just as trapped as the keychain. Forced to remain where they were placed at the risk of Jim’s craziness.

Posted By taylea chisum On 03.16.2010 @ 3:30 pm

If you were going to throw yourself off of a building, why not make it a tower? Why not go for the grand exit. A Batman-level exit, stage left, from the grind of this day to day life? I mean really, if Batman was going to kill himself, would he jump from the third story? Hell no.

Posted By taylea chisum On 03.17.2010 @ 2:26 pm