Yeah.

On the way down to North Carolina, a little over half way there, I almost died.

We were on the highway, 421 I think. I don't really care what highway it was. Just picture a 2-lane highway, with people going toward North Carolina on one side; then there is the middle with the guard rails and grass; and then there is the other side with people/cars going away from North Carolina.

Well, on our side, we are driving. (I'm on the phone, mom is driving) when all of a sudden, a black pickup truck is heading towards us. The old man driver person is not slowing down, and he's already a few feet infront of us. So mom honks the horn and yells at him, and she swerves to the other lane. I'm screaming "What the hell?" every second, while on the phone.

How is that even possible? How did he even get on our side of the higway? There wasn't a break in the guard rails for almost ever. It scared me. he was inches from hitting our van and he didn't even look like he wasn't supposed to be there.

Scary.