(Leslie and Kyler)<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://s12.postimg.org/gk20qoqlp/lamborghini.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Kevin Blackshear was<em>really</em>sick. But, boy he sure loved his car. It was a Lamborghini. He didn't know what kind it was, hell, he didn't know shit about cars. To be perfectly honest, he couldn't change a tire or anything of that sort on a car. He could barely pump gas. But, as the Senior Marketing Director of Manufacturers Bank here in sunny Los Angeles, California, if he wanted to continue to make his ghastly monthly payments, then sometimes he had to give the Devil his due and today that meant going into work when instead he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.<br/><br/>His car zoomed through the barely occupied streets of the Fashion District and when he pulled up to an intersection, he had barely compressed the brake with his foot when he was seized by a vicious sneezing fit. Kevin had enough time to cup his hand cover his nose with his handkerchief and was appalled when he saw he had sneezed out nasty pink globs of mucous. He jerked because someone behind him had honked and looked up. The light had turned green and so he moved his foot back to the accelerator and zoomed down the street.<br/><br/>Kevin was really in no condition to be driving a two ton projectile, but people usually were poor judges of what they could handle. He began feeling odd and irritable as he was approaching South Flower Street. The light at the intersection started to change and Kevin suddenly constricted and shook behind the steering wheel as a seizure overwhelmed him. His foot completely compressed the accelerator and the car tore through the intersection with a roar form its high powered engine and bark of rubber on asphalt. Several other cars coming from the opposing side of the intersection got entangled in a wreck because of this.<br/><br/>But Kevin didn't notice the six car pile up, instead he plummeted through a small parking lot and his prized car shot into the display window of Bishop's Books. There was a major cacophony of noise, shattering glass, screeching tires, startled screams, crowded bookshelves being thrown back and knocked down. The few people on the street now had to decide if they were going to gape at the pile up in the intersection, or the expensive car that had just tore into a little book store.<br/><br/>Kevin was knocked around inside the car and barely managed to open the door. It lifted up and Kevin spilled out of the drivers side onto the floor, hardly catching himself with his hands. He trembled and a wad of bloody snot dropped form his nose and mouth as he crouched amidst fallen books, glass shards, and the delicate pinging sound issuing from his car alerting him that the door was ajar.