Stood outside the station, five minutes pre-shift.
Checking the car, the equipment, the spares.
I feel their car before I even see it.
The booming bass from the stereo pulsates shock waves ahead.
They practically fly by, three young guys, in a suped-up car.
Must be doing sixty in a thirty zone.
"I'll see you guys later" comes to mind.
Along with the hope that I'm wrong.
I'm not. "Later" turns out to be only five minutes.
Three young guys, with one simple need.
The need? Speed.
Three young guys, with one inevitable end.
The end? The end.