Leadfoot by Per-Anders published on 2021-09-19T06:51:08Z The car appeared around the corner, tires squealing and smoke billowing. "Fuck me oh Jesus fucking Christ so on my fathers grave I'll slap you right there next to him if you don't slow the fuck down right NOW!" Come on, just a little more, I know you've got it in you. Jerry Grinned as the car surged forward, he hadn't had this much fun since the bar maid in Woolverstone. The squawking next to him took a higher pitched tone as he swung around the bus, narrowly avoiding an oncoming Chelsea wagon. For a moment the flashing blue lights dimmed in the rear view mirror and he took another sharp turn right down head street. Three blocks, I can beat my record he thought as the car launched over the center of the roundabout and slammed into the ground showering sparks on the other side to the accompaniment of suffering metal and a yelp from Gladys, who had ceased trying to slap him with her handbag which was a blessing and now who's face was just a rictus of fear, lips drawn back, eye's rolling in their sockets. Gladys hadn't been part of the plan, but that was OK, you needed to know how to improvise. Make the best of the moment. He pulled up the handbrake, slammed into the curb and quickly reversed down the alleyway. Next to the entirely disproportionate back door of the city concert hall. "Right that'll be 4.50 luv, see you 5pm sharp. Need a hand with the cello?" Genre Alternative Rock