"What the hell is this?" Questioned the man laying a hand tentatively on the hood of an old used navy blue Honda.
"That Greed is called a car." I said calmly.
"So… What does it do?" He asked.
"Well they're called a source of transportation, people drive the cars to get to places quickly. It's much faster to drive then to walk." I explained.
A look of apprehension crossed his face, and then it turned into a wide-eyed expression of shock as he realized what I was getting at.
"So you want me to… Drive this thing?" He yelped.
I nodded slowly, thinking I was fully aware of the risk I would be taking by teaching Greed to drive.
"Shit! You have got to be joking!!" Almost pleading as he spoke.
I shook my head, nope, no joke.
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"Greed slow down the damn car!" I screamed.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Greed yelled back.
"The brakes you idiot, remember the brakes!!" I replied panicked.
We were speeding past trees and signs. Speeding down the center of the fucking road!
"Ok!" Greed cried slamming down his foot.
Immediately I knew something was wrong. The car wasn't stopping, the speed shot past 150, then to 200 too fast for the poor old Honda.
The last thing I can remember was shouting, " Fuck it!! The brakes not the gas pedal the brakes!!"
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My eyes fluttered open, taking in the white and gray walls. I looked down at the slight throb from my wrist, an I.V.
As my head began to clear I became aware of the taste of antibiotics o my tongue. Then I felt the pain, a dull throb not only from my wrist but also from, well from everywhere! Everything hurt!
The fog was reentering my head, my eyelids became very heavy but before I let myself sink into the bliss of unconsciousness I swore to myself I would never teach anyone to drive again! Especially not Greed!!