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outoftime I finished up with my friend and got the hell out of there. The drive home was like the scene in horror films where the girl is running away through the forest and gets snagged on every branch. Every light was red. Every green light had some straggler in the crosswalk whose life goal was apparently to savor the crosswalk crossing experience as if it was a beach sunset in Tahiti.
Nice writing here
There is movement, not just description.
Anyways... good job getting out of there. Maybe next time just don't go to the bar. Sounds like you are doing great this early on!