Suspension of Disbelief

"Skyscrapers look like gravestones from up here!!!" Peter shouted. The heavy guitar riff, the fast paced drum beat made Peter angry, pissed off, he stuck his middle finger out the car window. "I understand!! I don't care!!" Cars honked at him, he gave them dirty, serial killer looks. He wasn't afraid of anybody, and he didn't care if he died. He put the pedal to the floor and zoomed by all the cars. He turned up the stereo and kept flying. He didn't need anybody, and that made him feel like a king, a God. He was a stranger to everybody and it made him feel unstoppable. His cars wheels began to lift off the highway road, he floated over the car ahead of him and as he began to pick up more height, his car began to go faster, he flew over the bridge that crossed over the interstate, her name began to repeat itself in his head, "FUCK YOU ALLLLLL!!!!!"