Been thinking yesterday about the day I could have died. Long time ago but well.... I remember.
I've been driving real fast and in front of me a car wouldn't step on it. And it was out of town so I liked to go fast, real fast so I crossed on the other lane, I knew the road, done it many times, straight line and no traffic. But since women are strange creatures ruled by ego the bitch decided to make a contest so we both drove fast, side by side, 150km/hour at least, for a while. And that was that, I saw it, coming straight from in front, a van, a big white van. So I should have let it go, step on the break but no, I took it to, according to the meter, 220 and I was gonna get in front of her and back on my lane. She stopped, the van stopped but I just couldn't control the car, so in the end I still took left, not right, jumped, fucking flied over a ditch, broke a fence too.
Why was I lucky? Simple. It was barbed wire, tied between thick pillars of stone, I didn't touch them but they took my mirrors, the wire gave me a flat tyre and the car stopped like a millimetre from a very old thick tree, I just broke my nose, and not hard, just a bit as I hit the wheel, the airbag didn't come out and Cradle of filth never stopped playing in the cd player, but I was real lucky. That was the god damn day I decided, I'll never do that again, let my ego rule, why did I want to go faster than her, why did I need to do that? I don't remember. So I try to live right, not cross the lines, any lines, as much as I can. I know you'd think the lesson was to not to drive like crazy, but since I love driving it's a bit in my blood to go fast, but I keep it under control. I can't control all my urges but when it comes to that one in particular, I manage to keep that buried and forgotten, since it almost got me dead, and I don't wanna die.
I've been driving real fast and in front of me a car wouldn't step on it. And it was out of town so I liked to go fast, real fast so I crossed on the other lane, I knew the road, done it many times, straight line and no traffic. But since women are strange creatures ruled by ego the bitch decided to make a contest so we both drove fast, side by side, 150km/hour at least, for a while. And that was that, I saw it, coming straight from in front, a van, a big white van. So I should have let it go, step on the break but no, I took it to, according to the meter, 220 and I was gonna get in front of her and back on my lane. She stopped, the van stopped but I just couldn't control the car, so in the end I still took left, not right, jumped, fucking flied over a ditch, broke a fence too.
Why was I lucky? Simple. It was barbed wire, tied between thick pillars of stone, I didn't touch them but they took my mirrors, the wire gave me a flat tyre and the car stopped like a millimetre from a very old thick tree, I just broke my nose, and not hard, just a bit as I hit the wheel, the airbag didn't come out and Cradle of filth never stopped playing in the cd player, but I was real lucky. That was the god damn day I decided, I'll never do that again, let my ego rule, why did I want to go faster than her, why did I need to do that? I don't remember. So I try to live right, not cross the lines, any lines, as much as I can. I know you'd think the lesson was to not to drive like crazy, but since I love driving it's a bit in my blood to go fast, but I keep it under control. I can't control all my urges but when it comes to that one in particular, I manage to keep that buried and forgotten, since it almost got me dead, and I don't wanna die.
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