One Creepy Ass Drive Back from Boston...

Just had a barbecue at my cousin's house for Andy's middle school graduation. While I was driving Victoria back home, we were stuck between Exit 14 and 15 on I-95 Northbound. No cars were moving. 3 Fire trucks showed up and then 2 more cruisers. We were stuck there for a good 40minute before any cars were to move again. When I reached the accident site, there were just shattered glass all over the highway.

I safely drove Victoria back home and I headed home. I was really tired because it was about 11:40 already because of the traffic. Damn irresponsible people getting into accidents. Every. Single. Weekend. Last week I drove back home from Boston, someone crashed and the 2nd car went for a spin just near Quincy exit. The cars were not removed when I passed by that day, but today, the accident was in the middle of the highway, so they kinda had to remove it.

So I was really tired. I tried to keeping myself awake but everything was getting blurry around me, especially those stupid people with bright ass lights shining through my mirrors. I blasted my radio and sang out loud to the songs on the radio. I felt my car was swirling left and right and I was scared, but I was tired. I don't know if I fell asleep or not, but I reached Exit 4, the exit right before Attleboro, at 12:06am and I was almost unaware of it. I was like holy shit, how fast was I driving? I was driving on the left lane, so I was going pretty fast. That was 20minutes. Usually from Chinatown to Attleboro takes an hour at least.

So I was like, oh well, at least I'm home now. Still a bit drowzy, I saw Exit 3 and went off. The moment I feel my turn off the highway, I knew I got off the wrong exit. I continue driving down just to see where I am. I saw Tiffany St. and I was like Hey! This road leads to my house! So I took sharp right onto Tiffany St. I remember I'm suppose to go under a bridge if I go back home from Tiffany St., but I'm not seeing any bridges... Right now, it's 12:20am and it's getting REALLY foggy. I started getting scared. It felt like one of those horror movies where you get lost driving and all of a sudden it gets really foggy and some OOGIE BOOGIE MUNSTAH JUMPS OUT IN FRONT OF YOUR CAR AND SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. Except nothing jumped out. But Tiffany St. suddenly became West St. I reach to a dead end and I almost drove into it. I hit the breaks immediately and turned back quickly. I hate dead ends all my life. I use to think dead ends are places where it leads to a swamp where ugly boogie monsters live. I turned on my high beams and quickly and safely drove back out onto the main street of where I turned making sure I don't turn into a random small road. I reached to the main street and took a right. The area was really woody and foggy. I didn't know where I was until I reached the Fire Station when I knew I was in South Attleboro. I quickly, turned around and headed home. 

I thought I was still dreaming... Or dead! O_O No, I'm not dead. I came home, found a spider on my wall, sprayed it with body spray, slapped it with my slippers, and found a dead beetle. I threw it out and started blogging.