Driving Stories
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Once when I was sixteen, me and a bunch of my buddies went out to eat at steak and shake. We all had pretty fast cars (camaros, trans am, mustangs) There were 5 cars in our caravan. On the way home we all watched my brother wrap his mustang around a telephone pole. He hit from the side. The car was nearly cut in half, (the inside of the passenger door was touching the inside of the driver side door)
I jumped out of the car screaming for my brother, knowing that he was dead. Most of our friends were frozen, some were screaming with me.
Then from the corn field about 20 yards away we heard Kaile yelling. “Guys! Shut the fuck up! You’re going to wake up the neighbors!” He ended up flying out the back windshield with nothing more than a piece of glass stuck in his toe. I ran up to him to make sure he was alright and all he could say to me was, “Here take my earrings, Dad would kill me if he found out I had my ears pierced today.”
I've never hated and loved someone as much.