And I asked for a second chance and he said…
"...I send your soul back to life in your body, and you look through the door again to the other side", and this time I see...
...a run-down nightclub! "How did I end up here?" I asked myself. A moment of clarity pierced through my hazy mind, and I put two and two together – white rabbit? A girl on the sidewalk who even said she'd been waiting for me. I must have taken a wrong turn in the car – because this is the red-light district. Oh, man! The girl's name was even Bunny...
Then something from the stuff I'd taken kicked in again in my head.
I just managed to notice a car speeding towards me. The interior was all bright neon plush, it looked like cotton candy, and two fuzzy dice were dangling from the rearview mirror. "A PIMP MOBILE...!" I yelled at the driver.
It was probably the pimp. He was wearing a long white coat, a white top hat, and kept waving his decorative cane in my face. "You've been using my girl...that's going to cost you..." I have no idea what happened next.
The next moment, I was speeding down the Strip in a pimped-out car with a top hat on my head and three attractive "bunnies" in the back seat, all the way to the roundabout. That's when I got the idea to drive through it in reverse.
Boom!!! Of course, I ended up hitting someone's car hood. "That's it! This is going to cause trouble," I realized, and then I watched as the girls made a quick getaway.
It wasn't long before the cops showed up and started talking to the other driver. I panicked and quickly tried to remember everything I'd taken. "This can't end well." One of the cops then slowly came over to my car: "You need to contact the other driver's insurance company so they can compensate you for the damage!" I looked at him in bewilderment. "The case is clear! Just imagine – the man is so drunk, he even claimed you drove backwards through the roundabout! Unbelievable..."
"Phew... that was a close call!" But then...