what a fucked up day
I had probably the scariest moment in my life just happen to me. First, today I get hit by a fucking truck while on my bike, if that wasn't enough tonight Laura and I were almost potentially murdered.
I was over my friend Jackie's house in Salem, MA. Playing a riveting game of Trivial Pursuit and just hanging out having a good time. Around midnight we left because I have medications to do, all pretty routine stuff really. Well, somewhere along route 1A south towards Boston, in the Chelsea area, we hit a red light. No biggie, well...this guy in an old bronco pulls up next to us with something slouched in the passenger seat. I stare at it because it is all black and it is hunched over like a dog would be resting his head out a window, but it doesn't look like a dog so I keep staring trying to figure out just what it is. I get Laura to look over, we're both staring and we realize its a guy with a black shirt and black curly hair, body slouched with head just resting against the glass window. It was then that we noticed the driver. A man who was giving us the most evil yet panicked glare i've ever seen in my entire life. It was also then I *joked* about how maybe the passenger was killed by the driver. Well, light turns green and the passenger no longer slouches against the window, but the movement of the bronco causes him to ragdoll forward smashing his head against the window/dashboard...and yet does not move at all but remains lifeless. What happened next will go down as one of the scariest, if not the scariest, most fucked up moments ever to happen to me. The driver SWERVES his bronco and tries to ram my car into the siderail on the route. Just before he hits me I slam on my breaks(thankfully no one was behind me) so he ends up swerving in front of me instead and IMMEDIATELY slams on his breaks directly in front of me. This is route 1A so you know it is a busy traffic road and this guy just deadstopped in front of us after blatantly trying to hit my car. I had enough room to get around him so I sped past in sheer panic. I hit around 80-85 MPH and the guy was chasing us doing the same speed. At some point I swerved between two cars in just enough time that he got caught behind them and could not continue the chase for the moment. The last I saw of him was in the distant rear view(I never took my eyes off his truck) as I took route 16 and he SPED onto route 1.
I don't know if he was fucking with us, or if our lives were actually at risk. But absolutely none of this story is exaggerated.
I was over my friend Jackie's house in Salem, MA. Playing a riveting game of Trivial Pursuit and just hanging out having a good time. Around midnight we left because I have medications to do, all pretty routine stuff really. Well, somewhere along route 1A south towards Boston, in the Chelsea area, we hit a red light. No biggie, well...this guy in an old bronco pulls up next to us with something slouched in the passenger seat. I stare at it because it is all black and it is hunched over like a dog would be resting his head out a window, but it doesn't look like a dog so I keep staring trying to figure out just what it is. I get Laura to look over, we're both staring and we realize its a guy with a black shirt and black curly hair, body slouched with head just resting against the glass window. It was then that we noticed the driver. A man who was giving us the most evil yet panicked glare i've ever seen in my entire life. It was also then I *joked* about how maybe the passenger was killed by the driver. Well, light turns green and the passenger no longer slouches against the window, but the movement of the bronco causes him to ragdoll forward smashing his head against the window/dashboard...and yet does not move at all but remains lifeless. What happened next will go down as one of the scariest, if not the scariest, most fucked up moments ever to happen to me. The driver SWERVES his bronco and tries to ram my car into the siderail on the route. Just before he hits me I slam on my breaks(thankfully no one was behind me) so he ends up swerving in front of me instead and IMMEDIATELY slams on his breaks directly in front of me. This is route 1A so you know it is a busy traffic road and this guy just deadstopped in front of us after blatantly trying to hit my car. I had enough room to get around him so I sped past in sheer panic. I hit around 80-85 MPH and the guy was chasing us doing the same speed. At some point I swerved between two cars in just enough time that he got caught behind them and could not continue the chase for the moment. The last I saw of him was in the distant rear view(I never took my eyes off his truck) as I took route 16 and he SPED onto route 1.
I don't know if he was fucking with us, or if our lives were actually at risk. But absolutely none of this story is exaggerated.