Ministry Fiction Irritant #006

South of the city, where the suburbs turn country, I was trying too hard to joyride my buzz away, the midnight moon hanging low in the sky and the bright yellow road lines disappearing underneath the Caddy. Her Caddy. I swerved back into my lane and rolled down the window, hoping the frosty air would keep me awake. Bouncer tossed me out out of Tommy's without even putting down his drink. I couldn't show up at home like this -- she wouldn't stand for it again.