I Almost Died. Twice.

Last week I was talking to my dad about some friends of his. Apparently one of his friends saved my life when I was around 5 or 6 years old. That day my family and I went to Frontier City. I was really skinny when I was a kid, and just barely made the height requirement to ride on a rollercoaster. I got on next to my dad's friend and began the ride. And about halfway through I began to slip out of the restraints. My dad's friend saw this happening and grabbed ahold of me before I fell out.

Luckily he saved me, or else I wouldn't have been able to almost die again.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I'm in Dallas with some friends to see Quest Crew and hang out with my two favorite Texans. We just left The Bank to go home for the night - Bobby is driving. According to Bobby the stop lights looked close together, so when he saw the green light in the distance, he proceeded to drive through the red light right in front of us. Luckily he saw the FUCKING VAN that was about to T-bone my side of the car and slammed on his brakes in time.

Because that would have sucked.