My New Bike
You go back, intent on finding another way home.
That stupid bitch we call fate, however, has other intentions. A drunk driver behind the wheel of a massive, gas-guzzling, earth-raping, SUV passes out and swerves off the road. You see the vehicle barreling towards you, and you attempt to swerve out of the way, but it's too late. It's too late.
The SUV hits you head-on, sending you into a six-month long coma. When you come out of the coma, you can barely form a cogent thought and are paralyzed from the neck down.
A non-profit organization that attempts to educate the general public on the dangers of drunk driving use you as their poster child. You tour the nation, making 'speeches' to crowds of school children.
"Allo," you say to the crowds. "Ma Name Ith Ewic Thomas Ang Ah Am Tha Victim Uf A Dwunk Dwiva." And then you usually start drooling all over the place.
That stupid bitch we call fate, however, has other intentions. A drunk driver behind the wheel of a massive, gas-guzzling, earth-raping, SUV passes out and swerves off the road. You see the vehicle barreling towards you, and you attempt to swerve out of the way, but it's too late. It's too late.
The SUV hits you head-on, sending you into a six-month long coma. When you come out of the coma, you can barely form a cogent thought and are paralyzed from the neck down.
A non-profit organization that attempts to educate the general public on the dangers of drunk driving use you as their poster child. You tour the nation, making 'speeches' to crowds of school children.
"Allo," you say to the crowds. "Ma Name Ith Ewic Thomas Ang Ah Am Tha Victim Uf A Dwunk Dwiva." And then you usually start drooling all over the place.
