It was only lightly raining. But it hurt with your hand out the window, we were going so fast. I was in the very, very back. Me and--no--it was Steve and, no, I'm sure it was me and Scott. I had my hand up, like this, *(Raises hand.)* feeling the needles of rain cut into my palm and the wind was blowing so you could relax your hand to fall one way and the wind would hold it up. I was leaning against the back door so the wind came through the window open about this much *(Shows how much.)* and my hair got sucked up, and the rain got it wet so afterwards when it dried, it stuck up, like, I don't know, kind of like when you wake up after sleeping with wet hair. We were playing cards on the seat with the ceiling light on, and I think the lights from the truck behind us kind of lit up our little area, too, but I'm not sure. God, my memory. One of us lost. At Gin, or 21 or something, and either he pretended to kick me or hit me because he somehow knocked the back door open, and sent me barrelling out. I gripped tight to the seat or to my friend or something softish. My toes started to burn, dragging along the road. The car was too wedged in between other cars, and couldn't stop--we only slowed a bit. I lost my grip on the soft thing and slid to the bumper with one hand, the trailer hitch with the other. The needles of rain cut my face and hands bad, and I screamed and was breathing too fast and had no idea what I was thinking because only reflexes were in my head. Big, thick, scraping needles cut into my legs as they dragged on the wet pavement. The truck behind me was blaring it's horn. I knew death...then. He was divided among each of the hissing, painful needles and as each one punctured me I got more and more numb and life was so important I had to hold on. My thoughts weren't coming in at all except pulling up and my friend was pulling and I was pulling and if I let go the needles would hurt too much. I yelled and bled and the playing cards hit my face and my friend yelled and I yelled and the truck blared and everyone screamed as the needles roared and I let go.

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