"Howard I'm bored." Vince complained.
"We've only been driving ten minutes Vince." Howard replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I swear that clock is broken, feels more like ten hours!"
"Vince! Why don't you have a little sleepy?"
"I don't wanna." Vince slid a cassette into the cassette player. Gary Numan's 'Cars' started playing. Vince turned the volume up until it was all they could hear.
"Vince, turn it down!" Howard practically yelled. Vince shrugged his shoulders and mouthed 'I can't hear you' to Howard. Howard pushed the eject button and threw the tape out of the window.
"What ya gone and done that for?" Vince whined. Howard didn't answer. He just sat and continued driving the car, letting his anger level slowly rise.
--o--
Howard was snapped back into reality by the sound of smashing glass. He'd dropped the bottle of Jack Daniels. Howard cursed under his breath and got to his knees to pick up the fragments of the only thing keeping him sane. As he reached out to grab a large piece of glass his sleeve slid up to reveal the bruises caused by his constant Chinese Burns. He sighed and pulled down his sleeve. Not that it mattered, there was no one there to see. Naboo and Bollo had moved out a long time ago. They couldn't put up with Howard's depression so they packed up and left. Howard stared at the large piece of glass in his hand. It would be so easy, to just cut the vein and bleed to death. Staring at the piece of glass brought back flashes of memories of broken glass and mangled metal. Howard closed his eyes to stop the sting of the tears forming behind his eyes, but while his eyes were closed all he saw was Him. His perfect face cut and bruised. His beautiful hair mangled with blood and shards of glass. Howard opened his eyes and couldn't help letting the tears stream down his cheeks. Howard sat on the floor crying, next to the glass that, like Howard's life, was shattered.