I've always had a thing about spiders. Especially Black Widows, as they are just a part of living here. You have to watch where you put your hands.
Lately, I worry about cancer and car wrecks. I'm 41 now, and I've seen too many folks I know turn up with the big C and then be dead by years end.
I got rear-ended two years ago, hard. That shit hurt. I was in my F-150 and they were in a BMW sedan. I was just waiting for a red light to turn green and then BAM and I was in motion. It's weird the shit you remember about things that only last a second or two, but I had a years worth of drive-through change (coins) in one of my cup holders. Right after the impact, when I found myself violently moving, I remember all that change flying around the cab, and it looked almost like snow flakes from some animated movie. I can still see them, paused in air, the entire cab filled with a swarm of dimes, pennies, nickles and quarters.
But yeah, if I'd been in a little car, or even worse, on a motorcycle, I'd have gotten seriously fucked up. So I worry about being killed by some moron not paying attention.
go nuts if one is by me. I have a high pain tolerance but something about them really gets to me
