This is a picture I did not take

of an 18-year old woman blazing down a highway in the passing lane while talking on her phone with her hazard flashers flashing, her car's windows covered with messages about her recently celebrated birthday, including a large, "I'M LEGAL!" scrawled in pink across her rear windshield, inches above a completely crumpled rear-end, the trunk shoved-up into the back seat, taillight cables dangling, the entire back-end of the car so extraordinarily crunched, as if she'd enthusiastically backed into something that just wouldn't give, like the Pentagon, a cement-mixer, or Mt. Rushmore.