You get all coked up the following Friday. You had your fenders reinforced to take harder impact damage without folding. It should make it easier to kill someone on the street without having to fuck up your cool Power Car ride. You drive around for three hours. Sniffing cocaine from your snortastash device. You empty three of them. But you never get a good chance to clip somebody. Either they are crossing the street in time and or there's a police car or some late night young people within sight who could be witnesses. Thats the luck of the hunter. Maybe some other night. You go home. You can't sleep so its video games on your massive TV till 9 A M.