God almighty -- I'm so fucking confused! How did it get this far? How am I going to get out of this?

Slick felt the seat of the van start to spin underneath him.

It had all seemed so simple at one time. In and out. A few days work than -- bam -- him and Charlie, florescent plastic leis on their necks, tequila sliding down their gullets, the hardships drifting farther and farther away as the captain let it moan loud and low to signal their departure ...

"Move you ass, Mazda motherfucker!" shouted Euri, laying it hard on the van's horn. "I've got bleeders I got get to the cleaners."

Slick's shoulder was numb and the lack of feeling was spreading down to his elbow. He could move his fingers, his wrist, his forearm, but he didn't know how because they seemed unattached to the rest of his body. He was breaking apart. He knew that much. He knew that little.

Jesus. People are dead. Fucking dead. People weren't supposed to drop like this.

"Dreamboat - wake you pissy pants up and let's go. Let's go! Drag that sorry motherfucker out with you."

They were in a dead-end alley behind a furniture shop on 12th and MLK Way. Euri started yanking the first layer of plastic sheeting of the van seats and laying them on the pavement.

Slick summoned up the strength in his magic floating forearm and pulled Doug onto the sheeting with a thud he couldn't have imagined before today.

This is who we are? Yes, this is who we are.

Comments

[TwoBusy]

Dear Kevin,

We prefer that our owners be referred to as "Mazda enthusiasts" and not "Mazda motherfuckers." Thank you in advance for redressing this typo.

Sincerely,

Mazda USA

[cIII]

Dear Kevin,

We agree, Mazda drivers are without a doubt, Motherfuckers.

Sincerely,

Volkswagen Group

[Whit]

Sean Connery fucked Trebek's mother in a Mazda.

[ms picket to you]

I drive a mazda and still think that first sentence?

fucking funny and so, so true.