Trucker

January 29th, 2010 by admin

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I was driving on the 610 loop one evening when a truck that said espresso accessories at the side of it flew past me and rattled my 91 Toyota Camry. I slowed down, my heart was still pounding from the adrenaline that bastard gave me. He almost hit my side mirror and if he did I bet I would swing right and ultimately turn atop too my doom. I was still breathing huge breaths of oxygen as I pulled over the shoulder, after a minute or maybe ten, I was just out of it, police cruisers were rushing by lights ablaze and sirens wailing. I started to drive out again and found that same truck toppled across the freeway..

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