Last night, I almost died. Literally. I was so drunk I ran across the road and then slowly strolled back. There was this sudden set of bright headlights and the vehicle stopped like a few inches from me. I smiled at that point in time, I couldn't care less and honestly, I didn't feel guilty or scared that I could have lost my life. There was this rush of exhilaration and I desperately wished for the vehicle to run me over. I think I want to do it again.
