"...I cannot believe that he just did that. Four lanes of traffic! Four fucking lanes of chicago traffic?! He just ripped through a steady stream of cars completely untouched."
"Just turn around at the next street."
"Yea not a problem"...good one.
Five minutes later...
"no dice bro"
The next street headed south for several miles, completely straight. It continued as one street, stretching into the oblivion of the night, darkness on both sides. The houses submerged in the night, all lights doused by that veritable specter, along the entire stretch of road. The three of us heard the occasional domestic argument, the tears of unrequited love, the screams of sleepless children, the shattering of breaking and entering, and all other sounds that could possibly be considered terrifying. Noah reveled in the experience, babbling on-and-on about adventures and road-trips, and commenced to sing road trip tunes at the top of his lungs. As the miles rolled by, Garrett's voice steadily jumped from octave to octave to octave to octave until dogs began to cringe at the passing of our car. Suddenly...a grumble. Garrett jumped and screamed.
"Sorry dude, I haven't eaten since this morning" Noah mumbled.
"Yea bro, I got the grumbles. I gotta get my hands on some grub. There's a T-Bell a-couple blocks back."
"Aight!? Food break coming up."
*kkknk "Welcome to Taco Bell. Can I take your order" kkknk*
"I'll have one lava taco. What you feeling dude? and a quesadilla, extra-special sauce and a salad. Noah? Whats the heftiest thing you got?"
*kkknk "'Hefty' sir?" kkknk*
"Yea 'hefty'. You know massive, filling, scrumptious, man food. That sort-of jazz!"
*kkknk "I gotta man meat special sir" kkknk*
I could not help, but chuckle at the unintentional innuendo. Garrett punched me in the arm and told me to shut up.
"Sound good? Yea that sounds good. Thanks"
Ten Minutes...
"Damn thats good!?"
"Nectar of the gods, straight up" I guess the gods eat at Taco Bell?
*grumble...grumble...squelch*
"Dude not feeling so good"
Vomit suddenly covered the front of the car, Garret heaved all over the steering apparatus. I rolled down the window and heaved all over the unsuspecting car behind, vomit cascaded all over the front of his car. I tossed again, Garrett and Noah continuously puking on themselves. Garrett's hands began to slip off of the apparatus as vomited caked it. The car continued for several miles the floors and roof coated in vomit, until it crashed...complete and total silence, the gravity of the moment setting in, as our stomachs finally lay completely empty.
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