Car
3/19/95
I was in the passenger seat of a car racing on an arid, dry mountainside. The guy was driving
a bit recklessly, but I tried to calm myself down as I always do when hurtling through space
in those wretched death machines. We were squealing around turns, frighteningly close to the
edge. We flew right off the edge! I was looking out the car window at the hills
and valley far, far below, thinking, "I can't believe that fucker drove right off the cliff! I can't
believe I'm going to die, NOW!" I was quite miffed. We continued to fall for quite a while. A
road began to appear below us, and it looked as if our momentum would take us right on and
down that road, and I wouldn't die after all. I wondered if the boy had done it on purpose to
get me on that road. I was not pleased.