Just keep driving

It was four o’clock in the morning and I was driving these hooligans across the bridge to the city.

“RAGE! RAGE ON THE FREEWAY!” My friend stuck his head out the window.

Goddamnit. I had already been up for 42 hours and wasn’t really sure if I could handle driving over a large body of water on a flimsy piece of suspension-held concrete.

“LET’S GET SOME MUSIC ON IN HERE!” My friend starts dancing violently. He’s riding shotgun.

Just keep driving. Eyes on the bridge. Don’t pay attention to his dangerously close hip thrusts. It’s all good. Live a little.