Almost Died #YOLO

It was a normal night for my brother and I. We were bored. My brother had just called in sick, not feeling very well, and we needed something to pass the time.Then we thought, what cures boredom? Movies. There is a Redbox near our house but it's always filled with the worst movies imaginable (probably to spite the local youth). If we want a good selection, we have to go to a town about 20 minutes away to either use a different Redbox or go to the video store. We set off on  our journey, my brother clutching his stomach (it was getting worse). On our way, I gradually became sicker and sicker. Considering we both had fish tacos for dinner, it was probably food poisoning. By the time we got into town, both of us weren't really up for getting out of the car. We drove around for a while, making this endless loop around town. By the time he started feeling better, I was about to die. We switched drivers so I could lay down and attempt not to vomit all over the car. When we got back on the road, there was an insane amount of traffic. Apparently we overlooked the fact that there was a football game at the college (Although I have no idea how we managed that, considering EVERYONE was wearing team colors). The game had presumably just ended, creating a massive traffic jam on the main road. We ended up taking side streets out toward the highway, stopping on the way to get ice cream (Ice cream makes everything better. Even food poisoning). About half way home we saw two big headlights and a grill heading in our direction (on the wrong side of the road, mind you). The truck was in the left lane, we were luckily in the right, and there were about five cars behind us. We turned the car around, just to see if there was an accident, but the guy was going so fast that he was completely out of sight when we got back on the road. There weren't any accidents around us, but there very well could have been in a few seconds. I almost called 911, but my brother told me I shouldn't because there hadn't been an accident and someone else was bound to call. I kind of regret not calling, just in case something might have happened. I once read about this woman who was raped and murdered in broad daylight, right in front of a hotel, with a bunch of witnesses. No one called the police, assuming someone else would. She died and the man got away. I know it isn't really the same thing, but I don't want that kind of weight on my shoulders, you know? Anyway, we went home, sat down, then realized we forgot to get a movie. Luckily, we didn't really feel much like watching one. Or driving. Or leaving the house. Ever. I went to sleep thinking just how close we got to being killed. If we would have been in the other lane, we would have been dead. No doubt. We were going 70 mph, and the HUGE TRUCK HURDLING TOWARD US was going well over the speed limit in the other direction. I think I have more motivation to succeed while alive, though. So that's a plus.