Full throttle (№ 284280)

Whenever I smell asphalt I think of Maureen. It's the last thing I felt before I lost consciousness. The heavy smell of asphalt. And the first thing I saw when I woke up was her face. She said she'd fix my bike. So. Without the pitfalls. I should've known then that just nothing happens. Yes, when I think of Maureen I think of two things: asphalt... and trouble.