I’m on my own
Fire in the place
Fire in the hole
The red lights come on in my car as if inflammed by some vague disease that’s silently bubbling up from bone marrow
There’s a short circuit in my circuit
There’s a short circuit in my circus
Something’s amiss
I’m receptionless
This side of the road isn’t any different than the other side except it goes in another direction and a dump truck is quickly approaching my side
There is no shoulder.