Last night, due to my friend’s pride/stupidity, I almost died. A ghetto truck was tail-gating our little '88 "classic" maroon piece of crap. My friend had just been disfellowshiped (unrighteously I believe) and rightly so, was irate, and everyone knows how fun tail-gating is. So, we got in the fast lane of the freeway. He proceeded to do the same and thus, sent Dusty into a blind fury. He slowed down to a placid 55mpr and we just strolled along for about a minute. My protesting was like a snowball into a volcano, but finally, he changed lanes. The truck sped past us and I thought the idiocracy was over. I slunk down in my seat due to a mix of shame and relief when he swerved back right behind this guy. It was like a Chihuahua in a fight with a Doberman and I just watched with my jaw clenched, hoping that Dusty would relent to that tiny voice inside his head (he more than likely beat it to death long ago). The man in the truck slammed on his brakes and sent us swerving out of control on the freeway. As our car began to spin fresh doughnut tracks onto the road, the headlights of on-coming traffic blazed through my passenger window; quickly replaced by the orange glow of many different street lights. In the midst of all this chaos, all I could think was "not today, I so do not need this right now." It was as if someone told me I had to change a diaper or mow the lawn. It still baffles me how the terror that most would have felt was a muted disappointment for me. Am I insanely optimistic or just momentarily apathetic? Anyone?