It was a brisk Friday night in October, and I was walking down Washington Avenue, reliving the events of earlier that night. I was bleeding out of my left side just below my rib cage, the right side of my face felt like it was on fire, everything I could see out of my left eye was fuzzy, I had a gash the size of the Grand Canyon on my left leg, both my hands were bruised and cut up, and my left forearm was bleeding. I was looking worse for wear, and felt like I just got hit by a bus. Thankfully, it was late at night and the streets were empty. This was a good thing for me because I didn’t want anyone to see me, let alone talk to me. I eventually hobbled up to Second Street and took a right toward my loft. I was about two hundred yards from my place when a car came screeching around the corner. I turned to my left to see what was going on, and noticed this was not just any car. It was a bright yellow 1967 Fastback Mustang GT. I had seen this car before. With my newfound mortality I was unable to do much about it other than stare at it as it came roaring down the street, right at me. I told myself that it looked like I was going to miss that eleven o’clock call.
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. It was a brisk Friday night in October, and I was walking down Washington Avenue, reliving the events of earlier that night. I was bleeding out of my left side just below my rib cage, the right side of my face felt like it was on fire, everything I could see out of my left eye was fuzzy, I had a gash the size of the Grand Canyon on my left leg, both my hands were bruised and cut up, and my left forearm was bleeding. I was looking worse for wear, and felt like I just got hit by a bus. Thankfully, it was late at night and the streets were empty. This was a good thing for me because I didn't want anyone to see me, let alone talk to me. I eventually hobbled up to Second Street and took a right toward my loft. I was about two hundred yards from my place when a car came screeching around the corner. I turned to my left to see what was going on, and noticed this was not just any car. It was a bright yellow 1967 Fastback Mustang GT. I had seen this car before. With my newfound mortality I was unable to do much about it other than stare at it as it came roaring down the street, right at me. I told myself that it looked like I was going to miss that eleven o'clock call. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9781505379969
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