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