It was a whole new world through the windshield, a curtain of hazy smoke thick and curling all around Marty as he drove down the road. Grinning, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He had no limits to where he could go or what he could do. Nothing to hold him back from getting out of this town and taking to the highway, and before he knew it, gone a thousand miles away across the country. The possibilities were infinite, and he was made more aware with every hit from his bong he took. Sucking in another lungful, the earthiness swelled sweet and true inside his chest, the burn warm and slow.
Oh yeah, I’m feelin’ it, he thought, until a figure darted out in front of him, made androgynous and indecipherable from the shadows — and pale headlights washed over a silhouette which had Marty swerving to avoid contact. Cue a squeal of tires and a series of loud, shocked expletives as he skidded across the asphalt and into the other lane. Marty was only lucky that they were in the middle of bum-fucking-nowhere so that there was no sign of any other approaching vehicles within sight.
Door slammed open, he hurried out of his cruiser, a jumble of long, lanky limbs as he folded up his bong and left it atop of the car to jog towards the other. Concern wracked his features and glassy eyes. ❝Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt? I didn’t hit you, did I?❞
