[ WP ] Ethics are for those who fear failure and need an honorable reason to retreat

In the car roaring its engines as Metallica blasted on the sub-woofers as loud as it could, I was feeling the hold of scotch and weed and whatever else blooming from a buzz into something lovely. 
 
 `` Kid, ethics are for those who fear failure and need an honorable reason to retreat,'' my partner said next to me. `` So blaze this road up.'' 
 
 Out the smudged window was the rival that we were supposed to... Rival? Shit, this stuff is strong. Where was I? 
 
 `` Man, are you out of it.'' the partner said. `` Here'' he handed a small pill, `` you'll fucking need it.'' 
 
 I popped the red pill into my mouth, and downed it in a gulp of a second bottle of scotch. Shit, if there was something needed to wake me up from a coma it was that stuff; and the road and the car and my partner morphs into variation of orange and blue, some of it phasing through me, and into the beyond. Like the back seat. 
 
 `` What was that stuff?'' I said. 
 
 `` I do n't know, just picked it from this bag.'' my partner said, lifting up a large bag of multicolored pills with a fading label drawn in sharpie. 
 
 `` Jesus Christ Man!'' I said, `` That's my ADHD pills! Are you trying to kill me or something?'' 
 
 `` Shit man, I did n't know. But did it work?'' 
 
 I looked at the road, and there was congealed lights stuck to it and a fucking purple elephant. 
 
 `` Goddamn it man, I'm seeing elephants.'' I said. `` And they're fucking purple.'' 
 
 `` No... I see them to.'' He said. 
 
 The elephant was on the middle of the track and then slowly the legs began to lift and wings spurn from them and it sort of... hovered away. 
 
 There was a knock on the window. A short faced man with some buck teeth and nerd-rimed glasses from those high school movies and the mid-west yelled at us something incomprehensible. I rolled the window down. 
 
 `` Are you ready or what?'' the man yelled, his oddly shaped forehead resting on the cars roof. 
 
 `` Yeah, just about.'' I said. 
 
 `` Good.'' he said, and gave the car a light smack,'' HE'S READY, THEY'RE FUCKING READY, LET'S GET THE SHOW ON THE ROAD!'' Christ, is this what a man looks like when he still is going through puberty at twenty. 
 
 A little woman walked between the two cars, and with a little wave of a small flag, sent us on the way. The car purrs like a cat when its racing, the evening sun blares down on the windshield, my partner is yelling in excitement and he's spitting as his entire body starts rocking: 
 
 `` BlAZE THIS FUCKING ROAD! YEAH BABY, YEAH! EAT THIS COCKSUCKER, EAT THIS!'' and he collapses into a laughing fit that does n't end until I make our first turn. 
 
 Jesus Christ, man. This shit is intense. 
 
 `` REMEMBER MAN, FUCK ETHICS, FUCK EVERYTHING, FUCK YEAH MAN, FUCK YEAH!'' 
 
 And in that moment, I could face everything, the road was ahead, the car was racing, my heart was exploding, I have reached the edge. 
 
 

