I lost my grip on the wheel.

It was a dark night, yet the sky was completely clear. It was a tired night, yet there had been man cups of coffee. It was a restless night, though everyone was laying down. It was a night full of oddities.

I sat forward in the seat, trying hard to hold onto the wheel as the car began to skid around on the road. The longer I tried, the harder it became. I slowly began to lose my grasp, and I realized how all the events that had happened that night led to this.

As I sat at that party, I slipped the small capsule underneath my tongue, feeling it dissolve slowly. It was at that point that I realized there was no turning back.

There was a car, a wheel, my hands, and the road. With every passing second the wheel drifted more to the right, but it didn't matter.

"Let it happen," I screamed with ferocity. If the car wanted to take me somewhere then let it. There was always time to wish, but rarely time to take action.

Sometimes you have to let the wheel slip from your fingers. Sometimes you have to just let fate take control of your car. If the car wants to take you somewhere, then it's going to regardless of what happened that night. Sit forward. Lay your head back.

Enjoy the ride.