"(highway to hell) I'm on the highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell)"
Oh how true that is. Driving down the highway doing 90 or nothin'. I'm late for class and I'm pretty sure it's test day. The musical goodness that is AC/DC, the one thing keeping me from losing my shit, no punctuality has never really been my strong suit but I'm trying to turn around. Kind of.
I pull into the dinky little parking lot in my 2006 dodge stratus, and cut the engine as soon as I roll into my normal spot. I feel as if somethings off, the sheriffs truck is empty with the door wide open. That's not normal. I don't like this, he doesn't leave the truck. In the midst of my mini freak out I hear a slight tap tap tap on my window, causing me to suppress a scream.
"NATHAN LEE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!?" I roar while fighting the urge to beat the living shit out of this kid
" You good now? Because there is something I think you should see inside."
" Oh what the hell is going on now, I'm getting to old for your shit man." Wincing as my sunglasses don't block out all the sun from last nights party. Hungover on a Monday, because as if they didn't blow enough as is..
"All I have to say is welcome to hell Big K."
