By Christopher Munroe
I was driving unreasonably fast, considering how dark it was.
Still, nobody’d ever accused me of being reasonable. And the music playing had me pumped up, feeling invincible, unstoppable. Like nothing in the world could touch me.
And as I sped through the night, I threw back my head in triumph and joy and sang along as it played…
“Highway to the danger zone!”
…I flipped the car, naturally. I was speeding and singing rather than paying attention to where I was going.
Nobody’s fault but mine.
What did I expect, after all, from a place called the Danger Zone?