by Ari Collins
I drive into the city, through the long-abandoned quarantine gate and around hilly highways where automobiles came to die. I accidentally ram a hydrant, and right away want more. I run into signposts, then motorcycles, cars, trucks... eventually even crashing into a living room isn't shocking. I'd give everything just for one drunk driver.
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Last Man on Earth
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