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Yeah, so I know I half-jokingly mention how I almost killed myself driving from/to X every now and again, But goddamn . . . *still shaking*. So I'm driving home from work, (note: I ended up working a nine hour day, which most likely, I won't get any overtime for) the window's down, the sun's out, just finished a cigarette, life is good. Now, I'm driving on that stupid 94-94 interchange thing, when I see something flying at me from out of the corner of my eye, the next thing I know, I'm heading towards the guard rail. I managed to pull out in time, but I left a nasty mark on the rear fender, and obviously scared myself shitless.
So I get off the freeway and inspect the damage, all I see is a scratch and a crack in the door that may or may not have been there before. Since I didn't destroy my Dad's truck, I felt semi-comfortable driving myself the rest of the way home.
I get home, and I tell my dad (I was going to put it off till Sunday, but he wanted to do some work on the truck). And since I was smoking fairly heavily after the "incident" the cab smelled like smoke. So I got to tell him I smoke too . . . fun times . . . . .
So I get off the freeway and inspect the damage, all I see is a scratch and a crack in the door that may or may not have been there before. Since I didn't destroy my Dad's truck, I felt semi-comfortable driving myself the rest of the way home.
I get home, and I tell my dad (I was going to put it off till Sunday, but he wanted to do some work on the truck). And since I was smoking fairly heavily after the "incident" the cab smelled like smoke. So I got to tell him I smoke too . . . fun times . . . . .