People might have been afraid that she’d try to pull them over with her.

Many years ago, a deeply depressed friend tried to kill himself by driving at high speed through a red light onto U.S. Rte 1, a busy, busy road.

He’d been lonely enough to pick me up first.

How we were not even hit or hit anything else still astonishes me. I was screaming “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU…” as we entered the intersection.