Member of the Shadow Council

She turns to you and says "I love Gambling" and proceeds to pass the car in front of us.

Keep in mind the, the car in front of us has length to it. Were talking a pickup truck hauling a large trailer type length. And in strapped to the this honda civic that just got released from the retirement home because all of the nurses quit.

She swerves into the other lane, hitting the gas, and the car moves no faster than it was a second ago but at this point, she's committed and backing out is for fucking cowards and heretics.

In the lane we just entered, there are cars rapidly coming towards us. The gas pedals gets slammed. I come to terms with dying. The three men in the back of the car do not. I'm so sorry Bran ahahhaha.

We pass the car in front of us with about 10 meters to spare.

The car is deathly silent, until I shatter the unending silent with, "Fucking crazy am I right fellas?"

Woke up this morning at 4:30, and as I was fueling my system with the devils dust (Gatorade powder), I was hit with the eternal walls of sadness and started crying profusely.

Instead of sitting down and trying to come to grips with my feelings, I decided that the best course of action was to continue with my original plan and lock in for this run.

I realized too late that there is nothing more terrifying than a large man, dressed in all black, weeping, sprinting directly at you at 5 am is not the most comforting sight and I may have scared the local population.