I should of thought about it for a second when I saw how well you were driving from one half of a lane to another. I only thought about the lack of lighting on the front of your vehicle, so I pulled up next to you and tapped my horn at the stoplight. I rolled my window down and shouted, “lights!” You looked at your phone. I shouted again, “headlights!” You turned your music up and then stared at me. I tried pointing to the front of your car and making hand signals, basically jazz hands. You continued to stare at me with dead eyes. That’s when I realized, oh yeah, you are super wasted. You don’t care if your lights are on. You just need your plastic murder box to take you and your phone to wherever you plan on passing out. Sorry, I shouted lights so loud.. and so many times. Hope it didn’t kill your buzz.