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The Car

You need the car, first, some kind of dark green body with purple racing stripes, and the suggestion of snakeskin. Maybe snakeskin seats. Do they make those? Regardless, it’s a big flat boat and it probably steers with those fins. Convertible.

Next you need the passenger, channeling Dave Abbruzzese with one hand, playing wind tunnel with the other.

And then the driver: wearing Ray-Bans and shake the haters, faded blue alligator polo, one hand at twelve on the wheel. Her other hand’s out the window too, back near the handle, like maybe any minute she’s going to open the door.