Curb

An alloy wheel is bent from hopping forcefully onto a concrete curb. The fender is dented and the metallic paint job is scratched. Four students stumble out of the car wreaking of cheap rum and clove cigarettes, laughing as they crawl onto the sticky sidewalk lit by a flickering yellow street lamp. A moth repeatedly bumps into it like an old drunk stumbling out of a neighborhood bar. His face pock-marked like a pink golf course with enough oil on it to stir-fry chicken in a pan and serve up with fried rice and egg rolls.