Sept. 5 '08 Ricardo's End of the world party.

"I can't believe that she called me a butt-head," Ricardo whispered to himself. He began then to wipe the Slush Puppy(tm) from his face, and out of his short tight black curly hair. He next proceeded to lick the red40 and corn syrup flavored ice from the facial hair surrounding his thin chapped lips.
His sister, Georgia, whom quietly sat there next to him in the back seat of his older sister, Juana's, "shaggin' waggin'" as she so-called her then ten years old Volvo(tm). She now sat with an empty cup and a disgruntled grin, and stroking her ponytail with her finely decorated fingernails.
Juana turned the volume up as she tuned in the radio to her favorite station and "Crazy Train" was playing. Then Juana muttered for everyone to hear with a sensible amount of laughter in her tone of voice, "hhhhhhhhhhwell at least she's not a coffer drinker."
Next thing Ricardo knew, he was the first to come-to and see that the his sister's car had lit on fire as the result of a car wreck. Juana's head was stuck through the window. The same window where he had long since seen a bird fly straight into it's instant death and destruction. He then took notice of his younger sister who was now unconsciously curled over her seatbelt in the seat next to him. Now as his right eye lid could start to peel open there, was a taint of red from the recent damage of his right eye being braised by Georgia's fingernail, he could begin to bring into somewhat clear view a yacht party floating by maybe 50 ft. from shore. Then came the faint sound of live jazz, that was almost soothing to his ears and almost velvet to his mind.
That sound was where he his heart loved to beat , and those people partying in swim trunks and bikinis were the last thing he saw as his visions went to nothing but white lights and he faded of into nothing.