Hurtled

We shot out of the tunnel so fast I would swear we caught air. It may have been imagined, but I felt a thud upon emerging. 

There is an infant behind me now bawling his ass off. He is either upset at the jolt, or at the unwashed person nearby that smells like garbage and sweet soda cans left out on a hot day. 

Its Friday and all I want is a beer and an ice pack. Its been a good day, and its time to relax with music.