my mom lent me a car to drive.  at the top of the hill were the cemetery gates.  the hill was shaped more like a brown pyramid but closer it was round with long steps. at each step that I would drive up, there was a stop sign.  closer to the gates, driving up felt like rushing down and i kept sliding past the stop signs while dirt would fly around.  either i forgot, froze, didn't move the other leg fast enough or the brake wasn't there i feared what i might run through or break the door down....

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……he's gotta find a job!