You can't get a parking spot anywhere near the shelter. As you drive up and down the parking lot looking for a space you see people being turned away from the place. Its at full capacity. fuck it. You smoke another joint in the parking lot. letting the exhaled hits float out the window into the steady rain and lashing winds. You start up the car, really high now. You are going to drive home and say fuck it fuck it. But this nasty black rain starts falling a third of the way home. The windshield is smeared and you can't see the road your on. You slam the breaks and the car slides in the greasy rain.
Your car spins into a park bench with a loud crash. You didn't wear a safety belt and you are slammed into the steering wheel hard. Your nose is gushing blood and the wind is knocked out of you. You wheeze, struggling for breath. the car alarm is stuck on now.