Chasing Death Metal Dreams (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
In fact, he wasn’t sure how he was driving, because a red veil kept hazing his vision, and his grip on the wheel hurt his hands. He cornered too fast, and heard the tires whine in protest. Slow down, jackass. You can’t live to show them all how it’s done, if you die in a car crash. He imagined squishing his inner Jiminy Cricket with a rolled up newspaper, and took the next corner even faster. It helped to have to focus on his driving, to fight the sway and slide of the car and steer with a light touch, adjusting as the pavement roughened and then smoothed. He could focus on this and not give a moment’s thought to the way Nate had reddened and blinked when he’d trash-talked the guy’s father. “¡Mierda!” His distraction was shredded by a bright flash of lights behind him and the whoop of a police siren. “¡Me lleva la chingada!” He wasn’t a complete fool, so he slowed and pulled to the side of the road. The cop behind him turned off the siren but left the lights flashing.
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