"But it's much too late, you say," I sing with my friend, "for doing this now, we should'a done it then, well it just goes to show..."
   "Hey," my mother calls from the front seat.  "Look at this car coming up."
   I look out the window.  "It's a Bugatti!" I shriek.
   "How do you know that?" my mother asks in total surprise.
   "I was looking at them last night, I used one in a story."  I stare as the red and black car zooms by, and an overhwelming sense of love hits me like a wrecking ball to the chest.  I stop breathing for a moment, gasp and sag.
   "You okay?" asks my friend, alarmed.
   "I'm wonderful," I say, and I mean it.  If the sudden burst of love is from the car, if the amazing expansion of my energies is because of that foreign sports car, I want to feel it always.  I breathe, and clutch my waterbottle to my chest.
   "You look like you're having an orgasm or something," my friend says, and I hear my mother make a snrrking noise.
   I grin, and I breathe.  I feel myself, I feel huge inside the car.  (Is this how Jesus felt?)
   And then the feelings of nothing but love are marred: Soemthing small and red starts in the back of my throat.  I wince, sip water.  Still there.  Familiar now--the blood thirst, the craving.  I gulp down half the bottle of water.
   My friend stares at me, her face registering concern, but she says nothing.
   I roll my eyes wildly at her, snap my teeth and bite at my wrist.  Hungry.  So hungry.
   She nods, understanding.  "Later," she mouths.
   I sigh.  The love is still there, still strong.  I feel as if everything matters, every duck and starling.  But it's all tainted now: I want to eat the duck, I want to bite into the starling's chest, feel its breast bone crunch between my teeth.
   I see myself, for a moment, as wolf tracking a deer.  I gulp and try to think of something else.
   I see myself as a cat stalking a mouse and a hawk bearing down on a rabbit before I gain control of my thoughts.
   "Sing to me," I say to my friend.