Joe was driving. Rick was singing along to Night Ranger. Steve was sleeping. I was rolling a joint. Earlier we saw Jay Leno in a bar with married and coupled friends and when they went home, Joe said, let's go to Atlanta so off we went. About a third of the way there I had a feeling I was the only person awake in the car so I said Joe, and when he didn't respond I said it louder and he said shit and the car started fishtailing. Rick woke up and said what the fuck? Joe got the car under control and we decided to head back. When we pulled into the barracks' parking lot, Steve said, where are we? Back where we started, I said. Why aren't we in Atlanta? Steve asked. We didn't make it, I said. At least we aren't dead, Rick added.
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