I found myself behind the wheel of a large automobile. And I asked myself, how did I get here?
Drinks? A few, and then driving home, to a beautiful house, and a beautiful wife. But my eyes couldn’t focus.
Lost, I asked myself: Where does that highway lead to?
Fumbling the wheel, I asked myself: How do I work this?
Something leapt. The car lurched, then stopped. I never saw it. I felt ill.
I asked myself: Am I right? Am I wrong?
Leaning out the window, seeing the bike, I said to myself: My god, what have I done?