If I wouldn't have moved out of the way, I wouldn't be here
right now. And it wasn't even like we were in the dark and everything, we had
flashlights; the other cars moved out of the way just fine but that damn truck.
I almost fucking died last night. I almost got hit by a fucking truck, if I wouldn't have
followed my friend, I would've definitely been hit, head on. Hell if I would've
been an inch out, I would've been side-swiped. And as if I didn't already hate Ford enough, it just so happened to be an F-150 that almost ran me down. Near death
experiences are fucking terrifying…
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