Tweaker in the Morning

At 8:45 on the corner of 2nd Ave and H St she snarls through liquor store sunglasses out the window of her tri-colored Corolla, the trunk dancing up and down, held together with what is probably string or rope left over from some late night project. The sun beams, exposing the craters on her oily face as she exhales smoke with an urgency to get absolutely nowhere, but to get there as soon as possible. Like always, she is on a mission.