THE Door that came [part five]

This part will focus on the act of in lieu of what took place. Went for one of em', only one now, no specifics, no instincts just spontaneous (riddled) not unlike witnessing two vehicles collide; ok they survived but will they fight? Look! He has a safety belt mark on his face! On the left, the guy wore a baseball cap from an expired team while on the right, the man wore a turban of a slightly blasphemous 80's neon tone. They're in the way. You're not supposed to ram you're vehicle into someone else's, the traffic then has to circle around the wreck in search of alternate lines. The driving witnesses would love to stay and watch but they have seldom enough time left to choose a new path and avoid further peril. I can't blame them! Unless they circle around the wreck at a slow pace while rolling down a window to "offer help" (hope they fight/who's bleeding?) fucking up the traffic behind them even more in the interim -- well yes, then I could blame them 'cause I could catch up to em' on foot but that would go against the principle. Boom! It happens. I know, I know... there's a second of intrigue. This one. It's done. That was then / this is now and the now has new decisions, sure the thought of it will linger but every step has a natural distraction, how much will you accumulate before it gets too heavy? Are there breaks in the path? Why not make your own... why not wait 'til your cute bi-curious female friends start an adventure in discovery at the same time you realize you have enough liquor left to fuel their quest?