"Yeah but it usually changes with the hows and wheres and with who, you know? If you do it the same way again and again then it's just addiction but if you do it differently, it's just poor life choices." And that was better. Or so he felt, anyway. Addicts were losers, no one liked those kinds of desperate, dirty weirdos but someone who was just eccentric and made bad choices? Way sexier.

Flicking through the channels, he went through the music until he settled on some disco pop thing that was so awful, it was good. Dancing a little, he looked around the car in fascination. "This one is way nicer than mine. My dad wouldn't let me customise so my leather is a dull brown. I hated it."

Maybe he should crash it and get a new one.