Out on the old coast highway. Flying through the night. Jed got stopped by the CHP. For speedin' and no brake lights. Rolled down the driver's window. Slipped his gun down under his seat. The glove-box was full of cocaine. The trunk was full of weed. "Driver's license and registration". Said the officer with his flashlight. Search around the floor look hard. Smellin' like something ain't right. Jed's life flashed before him. Like a scratchy old super-8. He heard the sound of the future. On an RPM 78. Nothing was still all was moving. When the flashlight found the gun. Then Jed pulled the trigger. In a split-second tragic blunder. "It makes you think about living. What life has to tell". Said Jed to Grandpa. From inside his cell. Camouflage hung in his closet. Guns all over the wall. Plans for buildings and engineers. And a book with no numbers at all. The whole town was stunned. They closed the coast highway for twelve hours. No one could get in. Jed was one of ours. Meanwhile across the ocean. Living in the internet. Is the cause of an explosion. No one has heard yet. But there's no need to worry. There's no reason to fuss. Just go on about your work now. And leave the drivin' to us. And we'll be watching you. No matter what you do. And you can do your part. By watchin' others too. Grandpa put down the paper. Staring in disbelief. Jed had always been good to him. Never gave him any grief. The moral of this story. Is try not to get too old. The more time you spend on earth. The more you see unfold. And as an afterthought. This must too be told. Some people have taken pure bullshit.