Sometimes, life is good.

Most of the time it’s a frantic belly crawl across hot broken glass to wallow in a puddle of piss. The joke here is that the piss-pool is a reward, because at least wallowing is easy.

But sometimes. Sometimes, life is good.

The car smolders, bits of melty plastic dribbling down onto the pavement. It burned so hot you could walk over and sink a screw driver down into the asphalt like it was made of caramel. I know, because I did. I thought about taking a picture of it, but it’s the feel of the steel sinking down into the road that is so… Well. so good.

The heat waves rising up from the whole wreck rise up and make a wavy oilsmear mess of the moon.

One down, two to go.