Life In The Fast Lane

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'He was a hard-headed man, brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty, a duo holding each other up for ransom in the heart of the cold, cold city. Their reputation preceded them – he ruthless and crude, she demanding 'faster, faster' as the lights turned red. Life in the fast lane surely makes you lose your mind.

Eager for action, hot for the game, they lusted after the coming attraction, dropping names with ease. Immersed in a world of right people and pills, throwing wild parties and paying steep bills. Lines on the mirror, lines on her face, trapped in the never-ending race. Out every evening till dawn, too tired to fight or make it right.

Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst, blind to the stop sign, they took a turn for the worst. 'Listen, baby,' she said, 'can't you hear the engine ring? We've been up and down this highway, seen nothing.' 'Call the doctor,' he gasped, 'I'm gonna crash.' 'Cash upfront,' the doctor demanded, as they rushed down the freeway, lost but uncaring.

Life in the fast lane surely makes you lose your mind, with everything happening all the time. A tale of excess, speed, and a reckless ride towards an inevitable crash, a cautionary ode to the folly of living life in the fast lane.'