Either the tape was messed up, slowing down and speeding up with rhythmic distortion, or I'd started hallucinating. Either way the night was a slow movie set crawling towards the car, and nothing was as real as it once had been. I had to remind myself occasionally of the law.
"Shit! Reality! The fucking cops! Remember! Remember!" I'd been going somewhere, before, but now I was only stumbling and spilling out over the road, cruising a teenage drag and secretly jacking off looking at hot high schoolers and wishing I had one to help me out. The destination of the night was left solely to the vehicle, which roared and putted alternately, like a cruel mockery of my excited but impotent nature. I felt the car. Every cog and gear, sound and smell, and when I ran into the back of the black limousine in front of me I didn't shout "It hit my car!" I shouted "It hit me!"
Actually it didn't hit anything, I hit IT, but I got out anyway and rocked and prattled out into the dark, flinging my arms and flaring my fingers like a madman, shouting incomprehensibly just for the hell of it, dick hanging out (I forgot) and flopping for extra illustration of JUST HOW ANNOYED I WAS. Cars all around honked and yelled angrily. I was sure though, that if I could just communicate to them how I was feeling, they'd all be on my side. "What the HELL?! Driving along on the road and just looking at the window... out the window, just driving for God's sakes didn't you ever DRIVE when you were a kid take Sunday DRIVES and little trips for God's sake that's DRIVing what do you think this is Nazi Germany for Christ's sake we have RELigion and the FLAG in this country!"
All night long I'd been thinking about the nature of life and decided the only way to combat the pointlessness, though at the time the pointlessness was less a problem than an launch point and game, and creation or destruction were the only ways to come close to god, and be accepted into his Heaven. I wasn't really angry enough to hurt the passengers, but a little well meaning (they'd remember this, it would be a good story later) destruction and violence towards the car. But when I was walking up and just about to punch the black tinted window it swung open and jumped me back and out and "you fucking maniac I'm gonna sue your fucking ass off mother FUCKER small dicked drunk!..." and on and on a girl got out, not the driver, the passenger, the rich one (but she didn't look rich as much as she just looked YOUNG) and came up against my unfocused jabbering to focused if not uninformed insults. She took out a can of Mace and sprayed it promptly into my eyes!