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It’s 12am and I am on the highway with what I thought was supposed to be a couple of friends. The road was slick from the heavy rain an hour before with a light fog rising from the pavement. My failing car had a hard time keeping my windshield clear with the looming threat of engine failure close to happening. Afraid of turning off the engine because of an hour of unexpected stalling in the beginning of the trip. One is riding shotgun and the other is laying down pretending to sleep. Riding next to me is a ballsy 21 year old who enjoys drinking, football, pseudo patriotism and hates me. We have been sitting there for a couple hours and my legs are stiff, eyes heavy, and I’m trying to drive carefully in a scrunched up position because the car is small. My friend has talked with a progressively condescending tone. He starts to mock me and threaten at some point while driving. A vehicle parallel to me in the middle lane stays there all the while my “friend” is getting more aggressive. I hear my other “friend” in the back start to assume the upright position and talk quietly. The passenger window of the other car rolls down and someone grabs my shirt collar. My friend next to me starts pass my boxed gps in front of me through the window to the other people. In back of me I feel something sharp poking through my seat. I struggle trying to de-escalate the situation verbally with my attention at maximum. Adrenaline pumping I try to shake the other car swerving and playing a game of chicken. The other car backs off shortly but the car behind me tailgating and blinding me with hi beams is more adamant. Bumping into me and following the same pattern only to find that both begin to work together. The others in my car begin to sound more persuasive as my sweat soaks my back but my arms stay rigid. Pride made it so I struggled more risking all our lives for what seemed like hours. Stopping seemed dangerous and my personal phone was unreliable and out of reach. In the end the person in the back had given up on coercion of force but knew I was helpless and so fed the box through another window. I wonder what was actually in that box or what I had actually given? The other cars sped away and my friends threatened me but I dropped them off and stayed away from them after.

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  • You’re supposed to end it with “TAXATION IS THEFT”

    Anonymous February 25, 2020 6:26 am Reply
  • Ok, taxation is theft

    Anonymous February 25, 2020 6:42 am Reply

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