Orginially, i was going to try and make this a complete story from start to finish, but im going to switch it over to just peices i want in the complete story, which is on my laptop.

...my heart is racing, the combination of driving like im insane and cocaine has increased my heartrate beyond what im sure it is capable of. I slip it into 5th and watch the tachtometer jump and hear the engine drop in tone. I dont know why im going so fast, i cant think, my thoughts are going 120 miles and hour and so am I and the only logical conclusion i can come to is, to just go faster, because if i go faster i will get home sooner and the sooner I get home, the safer i will be.

At some points you really have to admire your own logic when your speeding.

The lights that i pass are more like streaks, i cant focus on anything, i wonder, maybe my vision is fucked up. HOW MUCH HAVE I HAD TO DRINK? I can't count, i can count the lines....last time i went into the bathroom, 9, i dont think i did as many before in my subsequent trips to the bathroom, but the time before i left, it was 9. I hear honk. OH SHIT, was that me? Did i do something, I slow down. Ok, time to think, where am I, almost home, why are you going home? Why did you leave? Why in gods name do i have so many simple questions in my head, and yet none of the andswers. I see my turn, take it, going slow. I hate going slow but i know this street is laced with cops and I have to, I make it home.

Just another night where i shouldn't have survived the drive home.