I nearly died.
A few nights ago it was raining armadillos and bluebells (that’s how it happens down here) outside, and I was driving. And it was dark. And Houstonians don’t do so well when it’s not sunny out.
I was driving on the highway when a large pickup truck pulled out in front of me from the righthand lane. I slammed on my brakes to try to avoid ending up in this guy’s glove compartment.
Tires squealed and I was shaken.
Breathe, breathe. Did you pee yourself? Okay good. Wow, adrenaline makes you kinda buzzy feeling.
When I regained calmness again, I noticed that on the back of this lifted, chrome grill, double exhaust truck was a huge sticker that said, “Bone Collector”.
Great, I was almost killed by an anthropologist.