Right, so there I am, standing in front of a place that I would be embarrassed to die in front of. We'll just call it a nameless faceless store on a street in a town we'll call Arcade, and all I wanted to do was get some food in my stomach. Pizza Hut, I'm thinking, would be great right about now. Sounds good, doesn't it? Anyways, I stick my hand out and hope a cab drops by sometime soon, cause I'm gurgling down below. Out of the seemingly nowhere this cab flies onto the sidewalk and comes to a very loud stop right on the sidewalk. I almost pissed my pants.

"Let's go!!"

I don't know why I did it, but that yell got me to get into the cab with this spiky green haired kid.

"Name's Axel, where ya goin'?!"

"Uhh. Pizza Hut?"

"Hang on, pizza boy!"

Next thing I know the cab is flying down the sidewalk, horn blaring. I'm almost crapping my pants. Where the hell are the cops during this kind of insanity? I can hear my driver shouting curse words over the loud Offspring music at the pedestrians. We swerve back into traffic, nearly hitting every single vehicle that is in motion, and my driver looks to be having the time of his life. I should have said goodbye to my loved ones. Then, screaming like the little girl that I've suddenly become, the taxi cab goes up into a crowded parking ramp, swerves through the mass of cars backing out of their spots, and literally flies out the opposite end of the building. I've just pissed my pants. Then I collapsed onto the floor of the cab, unconscious. I woke up to green hair Axel shaking me, telling me that my fee is $167.83 and that Pizza Hut is waiting, dude. I sit up in the seat, thinking that I must have crapped my pants while under. Oh well, I suppose it happens to grown men all the time.

"Dude, are you gonna get out or what?"

I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I just sat there, swaying forward and back, forward and back, gently crying, "I just want to go home." I didn't mean for him to take it literally.

Low Emissions.

Jackrabbits, baby.