She
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      wants
      to
      buy
      a
      car
      and
      drive
      it
      to
      the
      end
      of
     
     
      the
      world.
     
    

    
     
      somedays
      alone,
      somdays
      not,
      never
      with
      anyone
     
     
      she
      knows.
      she
      wants
      to
      control
      the
      car,
      be
      the
     
     
      sole
      driver
      but
      she
      also
      wants
      to
      drive
      with
      her
     
     
      head
      out
      the
      window
      so
      her
      eyelids
      flutter
      and
     
     
      if
      she
      opens
      her
      mouth
      the
      wind
      will
      suck
      the
     
     
      saliva
      out
      ina
      long
     
    

    
     
      thin
      line.
      she
      wants
      to
      drive
      and
      stick
      her
      head
     
     
      out.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      wants
      no
      compromises.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      wants
      her
      own
      cottage
      by
      a
      lake
      or
      in
      the
     
     
      woods
      all
      glass
      so
      she
      can
      watch
      the
      thunder
      and
     
     
      lightning
      because
      it
      scares
      her.
      It’s
      out
      of
      her
     
     
      control.
      she
      wants
      to
      be
      able
      to
      drive
      her
      car
     
     
      there
      when
      things
      are
      good,
      when
      things
      are
      bad,
     
     
      when
      she
      has
      to
      sort
      out
      how
      things
      are.
      she
     
     
      wants
      to
      watch
      wind
      on
      the
      water
      and
      see
      the
     
     
      stars
      without
      the
      lights
      ruining
      it
      and
      be
      able
      to
     
     
      spit
      without
      a
      license.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      wants
      control.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      wants
      a
      reason.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      thinks
      she
      is
      losing
      her
      mind
      occassionally.
     
     
      the
      thought
      drifts
      in
      and
      out
      like
      the
      fog.
     
     
      sometimes
      she
      even
      welcomes
      the
      notion
     
     
      because
      it’s
      a
      change
      from
      day-to-day
      thinking.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      doesn’t
      want
      to
      be
      the
      same,
      but
      is
      afraid
      that
     
     
      makes
      her
      a
      conformist.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      once
      loveda
      boy.
      or
      so
      she
      thought.
      it
      was
     
     
      as
      close
      to
      love
      as
      she
      ever
      wants
      to
      be
      again,
     
     
      she’s
      sure
      of
      that.
      she
      was
      good
      to
      him.
      she
     
     
      babied
      him
      and
      loved
      him.
      she
      forgave
      him
      and
     
     
      believed
      himand
      listened
      to
      him
      and
      deferred
      to
     
     
      him
      and
      bought
      him
      things
      and
      forgave
      him
      and
     
     
      apologized
      to
      him
      and
      forgave
      himand
      apologized
     
     
      to
      him
      and
      forgave
      and
      apologized
      so
      much
      until
     
     
      one
      day
      something
      finally
      broke
      inside
      of
      her.
     
     
      and
      she
      kicked
      the
      boy
      she
     
    

    
     
      thought
      she
      loved
      in
      the
      chest
      and
      tried
      to
      slit
     
     
      his
      wrist
      with
      a
      butcher
      knife.
      and
      she
      never
     
     
      apologized
      for
      it.
      and
      it
      felt
      good.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      wants
      to
      drive
      in
      a
      transfer
      truck.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      watches
      sesame
      st.
      and
      darkwing
      duck
      and
     
     
      often
      pretends
      she
      is
      the
      plant
      man
      named
     
     
      Bushroot.
      she
      yells
      beetlejuice
      3
      times.
      she
     
     
      laughs
      when
      people
      get
      hurt.
      she
      finds
      the
      most
     
     
      mundane
      idiotic
     
    

    
     
      things
      humorous.
      she
      wants
      aboy
      who
      will
      color
     
     
      the
      monsters
      all
      the
      wrong
      colors
      and
      go
      out
      of
     
     
      the
      lines
      happily.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      she
      really
      thinks
      she
      is
      losing
      her
      mind.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      emma
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Imoqunanions
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Joe
      Blows
      It
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Let
      me
      tell
      you
      the
      story
      of
      Joe
      Blow.
      A
      typical
     
     
      university
      student,
      Joe
      struggles
      under
      the
      back-
     
     
      breaking
      pains
      of
      trying
      to
      balance
      five
      classes
      a
     
     
      week,
      a
      part-time
      job,
      a
      student
      loan
      (the
      reason
     
     
      he
      requires
      a
      job),
      and
      some
      form
      of
      a
      social
      life.
     
     
      Like
      any
      hard-working
      student,
      Joe
      feels
      that
      he
     
     
      is
      entitled
      to
      a
      break.
      That’s
      what
      weekends
      are
     
     
      for.
      His
      weekdays
      are
      usually
      the
      same.
      If
      he
      is
     
     
      not
      working,
      Joe
      is
      out
      on
      the
      town
      with
      a
      few
     
     
      of
      his
      buddies.
      they
      have
      fun,
      meet
      new
      people,
     
     
      and
      relax.
      Part
      of
      that
      relaxing
      is
      a
      couple
      of
     
     
      drinks
      now
      and
      then.
      What
      better
      way
      to
      relax
     
     
      than
      a
      game
      of
      pool
      and
      a
      beer?
     
    

    
     
      One
      particular
      weekend
      starts
      out
      like
      any
     
     
      normal
      weekend
      for
      Joe
      and
      his
      buddies,
      but
      this
     
     
      one,
      like
      every
      weekend,
      ends
      differently
      than
     
     
      the
      last.
      This
      is
      the
      one
      which
      almost
      cost
      Joe
     
     
      his
      life.
      Joe
      has
      this
      beautiful
      car,
      it
      is
      an
      87
      dark
     
     
      blue
      corvette.
      People
      would
      die
      to
      drive
      in
      his
     
     
      car
      and
      he’s
      proud
      of
      it.
      Joe
      worked
      for
      a
      good
     
     
      number
      of
      years
      to
      get
      the
      money
      for
      that
      car
     
     
      and
      he
      intends
      to
      keep
      it
      for
      a
      few
      more.
      Joe
     
     
      sets
      out
      for
      the
      local
      bar
      in
      town.
      He
      was
      to
     
     
      meet
      his
      friends,
      John
      and
      Andy.
      When
      he
      gets
     
     
      there,
      the
      guys
      have
      already
      ordered
      a
      beer
      and
     
     
      are
      waiting
      for
      him
      by
      the
      pool
      table.
      Andy
      was
     
     
      spotting
      John
      a
      game
      of
      pool.
      After
      a
      couple
      of
     
     
      hours
      of
      playing,
      they
      leave
      and
      go
      to
      a
      club.
     
    

    
     
      The
      guys
      separate,
      mix
      and
      mingle.
      Soon,
     
     
      John
      has
      found
      a
      girl
      and
      leaves
      for
      her
      place,
     
     
      leaving
      Andy
      and
      Joe
      at
      the
      club.
      It’s
      hard
      to
     
     
      believe
      that
      Andy
      is
      still
      standing.
      Between
      the
     
     
      two
      of
      them,
      Joe
      and
      Andy
      have
      had
      close
      to
     
     
      twelve
      beers.
      That’s
      nothing
      compared
      to
      their
     
     
      usual,
      though.
     
    

    
     
      They
      leave
      after
      the
      clubs
      close,
      but
      they
     
     
      aren’t
      going
      home.
      Oh
      no,
      they
      are
      looking
      for
     
     
      more
      excitement.
      And
      they
      find
      it!
      A
      house
     
     
      party!!
      More
      people
      and
      more
      booze!
      What
      a
     
     
      weekend
      this
      is
      turning
      out
      to
      be.
      Joe
      helps
     
     
      himself
      to
      a
      few
      more
      doubles
      and
      goes
      to
      see
     
     
      what
      Andy
      is
      up
      to.
      Poor
      Andy!
      The
      party
      was
     
     
      too
      much
      for
      him.
      His
      ex-girlfriend
      has
      showed
     
     
      up
      and
      they
      had
      another
      fight.
      Now
      Andy
      is
     
     
      downing
      a
      few
      shots.
      Exactly
      how
      many?
      He
     
     
      lost
      count
      after
      five.
     
    

    
     
      After
      a
      while,
      Joe
      and
      Andy
      decide
      to
      blow
     
     
      the
      joint
      and
      go
      home.
      Andy
      passes
      out
      a
      little
     
     
      after
      he
      get's
      into
      the
      car.
      He'll
      never
      wake
      up
     
     
      tomorrow.
      With
      the
      radio
      blaring,
      Joe
      drives
      off
     
     
      towards
      home.
      The
      rest
      is
      little
      more
      than
      a
     
     
      blur
      and
      Joe
      vaguely
      remembers
      waking
      up
      in
      the
     
     
      ambulance
      asking
      where
      he
      was
      and
      what
      had
     
     
      happened.
      It
      was
      only
      a
      few
      seconds...
      or
      was
      it
     
     
      a
      full
      minute...?.
      Yeah,
      that’s
      it.
      He
      must
      have
     
     
      blacked
      out.
      He
      was
      changing
      the
      tape.
      Looking
     
     
      up,
      he
      remembers
      seeing
      a
      pair
      of
      headlights
     
     
      right
      in
      front
      of
      him!!
      Or
      was
      that
      his
     
     
      imagination?
      He
      falls
      back
      onto
      the
      stretcher,
     
     
      listening
      to
      the
      siren,
      into
      unconsciousness.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Waking
      up
      in
      a
      hospital
      bed,
      he
      looks
      around.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      In
      the
      mirror,
      his
      face
      looks
      fine.
      Just
      a
      few
     
     
      scratches
      and
      bruises.
      After
      a
      day
      or
      so
      he
      is
     
    
   
   
    
     
      released.
      Joe
      is
      just
      so
      tired
      of
      it
      all.
      the
      police
     
     
      come
      and
      ask
      him
      his
      side
      of
      the
      story.
      Is
      he
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -
      okay?
      What
      does
      he
      remember?
      Oh,
      the
     
    
   
   
    
     
      headlights.
      Obviously
      some
      idiot
      driver
      had
     
     
      plowed
      into
      him
      or
      he
      wouldn’t
      be
      in
      the
     
     
      hospital.
      Must
      have
      been
      some
      crazy
      drunk.
     
    

    
     
      But
      that’s
      just
      it.
      It
      wasn’t.
      The
      headlights
      he
     
     
      saw
      weren’t
      some
      drunk
      on
      the
      road.
      That
      was
     
     
      him.
      No,
      that
      car
      was
      just
      a
      guy
      driving
      to
      work
     
     
      the
      early
      morning
      shift
      at
      the
      24
      Hour
     
     
      Convenience
      store.
      He
      had
      just
      picked
      up
      his
     
     
      wife
      after
      her
      shift
      at
      the
      hospital
      and
      driven
      her
     
     
      home
      to
      sleep
      for
      a
      couple
      of
      hours
      before
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ~
      taking
      their
      infant
      daughter
      to
      the
      daycare
     
    
   
   
    
     
      centre.
      That
      man,
      aged
      24,
      is
      now
      dead.
      He
     
     
      leaves
      to
      mourn
      his
      passing
      a
      beloved
      wife
      of
     
     
      only
      a
      few
      months,
      his
      infant
      daughter
      who
      will
     
     
      never
      remember
      her
      father,
      a
      mother,
      a
      father,
     
     
      friends,
      co-workers,
      and
      the
      list
      goes
      on
      and
      on.
     
     
      Joe
      did
      not
      know
      this
      man,
      but
      he
      will
      remember
     
     
      him
      for
      the
      rest
      of
      his
      life
      as
      he
      sits
      in
      that
      jail
     
     
      cell.
      The
      penalty
      for
      manslaughter.
      And
      to
      think
     
     
      that
      it
      all
      started
      out
      as
      an
      innocent
      night
      of
      fun.
     
     
      So
      when
      you
      go
      out
      on
      a
      Friday,
      ora
     
     
      Saturday,
      or
      even
      a
      Monday,
      remember
      the
      fate
     
     
      of
      Joe
      Blow.
      Even
      if
      you
      have
      only
      had
      one
      drink
     
     
      and
      “think”
      that
      you
      are
      fit
      to
      drive,
      forget
      it.
      |
     
     
      know
      that
      you’ve
      seen
      the
      ads
      everywhere
     
     
      about
      this
      and
      you've
      heard
      it
      time
      and
      time
     
     
      again.
      But
      remember
      this
      ad:
      Just
      do
      it.
      It
      makes
     
     
      sense.
      Make
      plans
      before
      you
      go.
      Assign
      a
     
     
      designated
      driver,
      call
      a
      taxi,
      stay
      over
      at
      a
     
     
      friend’s
      house,
      but
      don’t
      think
      that
      after
      one
     
     
      drink
      you
      are
      safe
      to
      drive,
      even
      down
      the
      road.
     
     
      You
      are
      not
      safe
      and
      neither
      is
      anyone
      else,
     
     
      because
      you
      had
      one
      drink
      and
      decided
      to
      drive.
     
     
      This
      is
      not
      written
      from
      a
      negative
      view.
      This
     
    
   
   
    
     
      '
      is
      written
      because
      I’ve
      seen
      it
      happen
      too
      often,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and
      sometimes
      they
      survive
      and
      sometimes
      it’s
     
     
      the
      other
      guy
      that
      dies,
      but
      in
      the
      end,
      everyone
     
     
      suffers.
     
    

    
     
      Kathryn
      Nass
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Their
      Song
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Bright
      sun
      rises
      from
      over
      Yucatan
      way
     
     
      Brilliant
      over
      Chiapas
      towards
      the
      Sierra
      Madre
     
     
      Below
      in
      the
      valley
      of
      the
      other
      Rio
      Grande
     
     
      The
      people
      assemble
      for
      a
      show
      of
      hands
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Conjured
      up
      images
      of
      Pancho
      Villa,
      Zapata
      and
     
     
      the
      like
     
    

    
     
      History
      recalls
      the
      heroes
      of
      the
      past
     
     
      Mexico
      City
      can’t
      afford
      to
      ignore
     
    

    
     
      And
      the
      powers
      that
      be
      fear
      it
      might
      last
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Call
      it
      uprising,
      rebellion
      or
      civil
      strife
     
     
      Call
      it
      a
      revolution
      whose
      time
      is
      ripe
     
     
      Mayan
      ghosts
      of
      a
      civilization
      once
      strong
     
     
      Today's
      ancestry
      will
      sing
      their
      song
     
     
      ~Steve
      Hunter
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      lottery,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Campus
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Comment
     
     
      Q.
      If
      you
      won
      the
     
     
      what
     
     
      would
      you
      do?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘“The
      way
      my
      luckruns,I
      don’
     
     
      have
      to
      worry
      about
      winnin
     
     
      a
      million
      dollars.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Allen
      McKenna
     
     
      3rd
      year
      Arts
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘Move
      to
      somewhere
      warm
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Catherine
      MacNeill
     
     
      3rd
      year
      Science
     
     
      (left)
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘|
      wouldn’t
      change
      much.
      I
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ut
      my
      money
      in
      the
      ban
     
     
      uy
      a
      car
      and
      pay
      off
      tt
     
     
      ortgage.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Bailey
     
     
      3rd
      year
      arts
     
    
   
   
    
     
      right)
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      don’t
      think
      about
      it.
     
     
      eems
      very
      unlikely
     
    
   
   
    
     
      appen.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      jannon
      Hudson
     
     
      3rd
      year
      Biology
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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