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Drunk Driver He's the life of the party but death at the wheel watch him fumble around for his keys which he dropped on the ground in his drunkening reel as he looks for them on hands & knees. He locates them at last and he unlocks the door to his shiny brand-new death machine. When he stomps on the gas you can hear the car roar not unlike a loud devilish scream. He then shifts to reverse and he lets out a laugh as he carelessly steers down the drive un-beknownst to the drunk there's a child in his path only four....but he'll never reach five. Then the drunk stumbles out and stands over the child laying down on the pavement so still and he howls in his grief like a wolf in the wild as he mourns for his own senseless kill. He turns back to the child and he stares at his face as he feels salty tears start to run and his heart starts to break from the terrible waste as he looks at the face of his son !! |
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