“Through me you go into a city of weeping;
Through me you go into eternal pain;
Through me you go amongst the lost people.”
– Dante’s Inferno
“Okay, you’re not driving if you keep that shit up.”
Mark snatched the keys from Scott’s hand, who couldn’t even bother to protest while shot gunning down his second twenty ounce can of beer. He belched loudly, wiping foam from his lips with the sleeve of his black trench coat.
“Yeah, why do you think I’m doing this? It’s been your turn to drive for at least thirty miles now.” He said, washing down the malt liquor with a sip from his flask, as an extra assurance that he was well past the legal limit.… Read the rest