the orange light vanishes just as quickly as it appears. i missed it the first time so now i have to stare at it to make sure it was really there and not just a reflection of the road. oop. there it is again. longer this time. but then it slowly fades. i'm starting to think this isn't a false alarm. i keep the light in the corner of my eye and start doing some math in my head. maybe the light will go away if i move faster. damn. it's still there. bright as a signal beacon. i need gas. i have no money. i coast in neutral in an attempt to conserve every last drop. i made it. obviously. tomorrow morning could prove to be interesting.



somewhere a rabbit family is mourning. i'm pretty sure i killed a bunny on the way home. a bunny in the prime of his life. a fuzzy blossom viciously cut down by my super traction tires. maybe if he was lucky i only clipped him. but "clipped" is a relative term at sixty miles an hour. in my defense, it was dark and i tried to swerve. i'm unwilling to look at my tires for traces of blood because i intend to declare unintentional rabbit-slaughter. i'm actually surprised this kind of stuff doesn't happen more often with the proliferation of bunnies tempting fate every night. better a bunny than a moose i say.