Stegz Makes a Right Turn

The following is my friend Stegz’ account of the time when he made a right turn in his automobile.

TESTIMONY

I am driving in my car, listening to music and approaching a stop sign. My destination is the gym. I am looking out the window, contemplating turning right. A girl is jogging by; her body is attractive. My cigarette is burning. My car’s fuel tank is low. I am looking in the mirror to catch a glimpse of the jogger’s backside as she passes. I am stopping at the sign. I am looking east, making sure the road is clear, while tossing away my cigarette. Now I am releasing the brake and turning west. I am crashing into cyclists: they are flying off their bikes. I am slamming on the brake. The cyclists are lying in the road: I am afraid that they are dead. I am turning down my music.