Pine Bluff

It had been years since Rock took Central Avenue through Pine Bluff to get to a UAPB Golden Lions football game, even though it was the most direct route. Nevertheless, it seemed irrational that he chose to take it this day. For one thing, he was driving drunk for the first time in several weeks. Furthermore, typical of a game day, the street was swamped with traffic.
Right after Rock turned onto the busy street, he realized he'd nearly cut off a police car driving quickly in the opposite direction, and that furthermore his seat belt was unbuckled. He immediately buckled his belt and continued his drive through the crowded business district.
It did not look familiar to him, and not at all like anything he had seen in Pine Bluff. There were people everywhere, lined up at restaurants and bars in what had obviously become either a tourist district or a draw for the pregame college crowd.
Rock came to an intersection that confused him. He wasn't sure whether he should veer left or continue straight. He went straight, and knew almost at once that he had turned onto a sharply uphill street leading to a cul de sac packed with more restaurants. His car had suddenly become a small, cellophane package of Kleenex, and he was forced to use his legs to help propel it up the hill.