Domesthstones

It was about 5 o'clock when the car had hit a rail spike, and life began to look steeper. I turned back to my friend, decked out in the back seat, and I said "Is there really nothing else to life than what we are aiming for?" He turned to me, and answered, his black, stringy hair billowing in the wind, " That's if we are even pointing the gun." And then I hit the brink. Sound went black, as my vision clouded over. I can distinctly remember hitting the gas petal with my right foot, the wrong one. Pain, shot up through my leg, snapping me back to reality in just the time to look down the deserted highway. If we had stopped moving, no one wou