i am never quite up to speed anymore -
never quite prepared.

my reaction times have slowed;
i'm laughing too late, too loud,
making sympathetic comments
a crucial half-second behind
the rest of the world.

it shouldn't matter, but i'm
slamming the brakes an instant too late,
crashing, CRASHING into the limousine
with a drunk driver and a
horny girl in the backseat.

and i will get the blame
because i am just so numb
and he is the better liar.