Here you go again on your own

You take off walking. But a car forms around you and your driving on a sunny day. All is O K. Then the radio makes a loud squawk and stops playing. Fuck! always something. You floor the gas pedal and the car zips forward. You weave in and out of traffic. No notice the other drivers have no faces. Only sunglasses where eyes should be. No ears, no noses or mouths. But some have goatees.