You get way too drunk that night. When the place closes you stumble out into the cool fall air and weave to your car. You fall down once. You are all over the road while driving so you decide you will find a place to pull over and get some coffee. Lots of coffee. But sadly you run over a midget on your way to Grim City Coffee House. The little man dies gurgling with blood running out mouth ears and ass. You know its really bad luck to kill a midget with a car. You drive your clunking machine away, leaving a trail of smoke from the wounded ride. You know something bad is going to happen to you now. It always does when someone runs down a midget.