Set and go, apply breaks, puts the car through the window — and sounds weird, but that’s just how it happens and it’s something like when gravity blinked and, more especially, the homeowner who’s stuck with a Buick on the upholstery. A Goddamn. It’s night outside, and you can see the sky that’s been chalked up there. The stars. Moon. Burned-out streetlights like snuffed-out candles. And the Buick. The right, left edges of the hood curled like a smile. Smoke filtered into the home and the driver with a face missing teeth peers like a voyeur over the airbag andhesaysFuck.