Car Died on 422 Entrance

BRO my car literally DIED at the absolute WORST possible place. Like not “oh I pulled over safely” died

— no. It shut off COMPLETELY right at the entrance to my friend’s work on 422.

No warning. No check engine light. Just goodbye forever. Hazard lights?

Nope. Power steering? Gone. Brakes? Felt like I was

trying to stop a freight train with my foot. I’m sitting there, cars flying by at

Mach 3, people honking like it’s somehow MY fault the universe chose me today.

At one point I swear I made eye contact with a semi truck and accepted death. I had time to reflect

on my entire life. Childhood memories. Regrets. Things I should’ve said.