i was on my way home from work a couple of nights ago, and the first leg of the journey for me is to drive down river road between 32 and 146th street, which is a fairly dark and abandoned stretch of road (just some gravel pits and gravel-pit related companies)...part of the road has very sharp turns. and when i was driving a couple of cars came around those turns pretty quickly, just headlights in the dark zooming past me on the rough pavement. and after they passed, i thought to myself (in all caps), "what if those weren't cars?!"
which would mean they were aliens or something, which is a scary thought when you're alone in the dark, far from anyone who could help you not be abducted by aliens.
true story.
2 comments:
Is your mother telling you stories again?
hahahaha, no, but i'm guessing this is just residual mental trauma stemming from my mother's scary stories during my formative years. good call!
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