It was a cool summer night as I was driving down the mountain road, begrudgingly small-talking the 14-year-old teenagers puking out their intestines in my backseats. I look at my reflection in the rearview mirror, asking myself "Where did it all go wrong?". Suddenly, for a brief moment, it hits me, there is no point in going on, nothing is waiting for me so what am I waiting for? And in that split second, I make the decision. I SLAM the gas pedal as hard as a could, only pushing it 80% of the way because of my small stature. Filled with anger at my mother that made me this way, I grab the booster seat from under me and fling it as hard as I can, hitting the almost naked 14 year old in the face. After all, what lies ahead is no longer of concern to me. With my vision impaired and only a steering wheel in front of me, I push the pedal the remaining 20%. The passenger next to me, with her hair covered in puke, and her eye twitching and bleeding from the booster seat hitting her, she screams "TURN RIGHT THERES A CLIFF TURN RIGHT". Filled with nothing but the sweet anticipation of my final act, all but a single reply came to mind: "WHAT WHAT I DONT HAVE TURN RADIUS ♥♥♥♥♥♥"