Mike was speeding down a one way street in his luxurious maserati. It was about three in the morning and he and a couple of his boys where on the way home from the club. He couldn’t believe how smacked he was. He had drank and smoked before but this was another level. as he speed down the alley way with his boys in the remaining seats with bottles at hand. He was having a good time mackin with his boys, so that was enough. he didn’t know where he was going . he looked up and saw he reaching the end of the street. Looking at the road it seemed as if everything was going in slow motion. This led him to; press harder on the gas pedal not realizing he was already up to 150 miles per hour. A little further up it looked like a clouded image of a brick wall but he didn’t pay it much mind. As he got closer the shady image came to form .panicking he pressed harder on the gas pedal not realizing it wasn’t the brake. It seemed as if his life was flashing before his eyes. In the backseat Tyron and Sean looked up to see what he was s creaming about. They dropped the bottles in panic. Their eyes got wide and told him to hit the brakes, but he was in shock he couldn’t move. Just before they hit the wall Tyron leaned forward pulled the emergency brake and using his left foot to kick mikes off the brake and his right to slam the brake. The car went into a screeching halt.
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