Bound to happen


Shit, it was bound to happen, I suppose. Too much gin, too many Vivarin--remember how we used to eat those getting ready for exams? And the belief that nothing can touch you: the cars will always scream toward you like something out of a Warner Brothers cartoon. But they'll stop just like that too: the cowcatcher of the locomotive quivering just inches away from Bugs Bunny and the whole nine yards.

I guess she thought Warner Brothers took their ideas from life.
Or life took its ideas from Warner's. C'est la même chose.



All it took

He was holding her feet