A Short, Pretentious and Overly Cliche'd Take on Rascal Flatts's "Life is a Highway"

Or "Rascal Flatts", for short.

Daft Punk was playing on the radio as cigarette smoke from the window of our 2013 Toyota

rolled out behind us

and turned into orange-push-up sunrises and Game-boy Color sunsets,

Swing set summers under Disney VHSs and Pokemon cards.

For a second I wanted to turn the car around.

But when I tried, it groaned and stalled; like a mother in labor

who forgot to breathe, or an old man limping on rusted leg,

and I was stuck on the side of the road,

watching as people went seventy in a fifty-five.

The End

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