081413 #worm That trash truck is in our way. It's halfway below street level, beep-beep-beeping into a recessed dock. It belongs to the government. It's carrying the collective refuse of the human condition. Look at it: stupid, complacent, laboring backwards. It's a twenty-thousand pound, shit-eating cow. It's us. Don't think about it! Swarm ahead like a goblin army! Jelse swings the wheel around; his pickup jounces up over the sidewalk and onto the platform beside the dock. Several of the riders tumble off. Jelse guns the engine. The yelling swells up. Somebody lobs something bright and acrid. The bomb lights into the front of the great garbage beast; the pickup smashes into the back. The air turns to poisonous glass. Jelse's vision turns red. His ears, his whole brain feels like it's imploding.