I was working at a gas station down at college to make some extra cash to blow on beer. At the end of my shift one day, I saw this guy in scrubs Talking to one of the Overnight Employees. I started to walk back to my car and noticed that the guy in scrubs was following me. He approached me and demanded that I give him a ride. Since I saw him talking to one of the overnight employees earlier I assumed they were friends and he was so assertive that I decided not question him and told him to hop in. Before he jumped in my car I had to get my hubcap out of the Passenger Seat. I had a habit of hitting curbs when I was hung over, so for awhile I had one of my hubcaps seat-belted next to me.

So while I was driving him “someplace,” he started to tell me about all the acid, coke, crack and meth he has used in his day. He also kept making promises that he was not going to hurt me. I asked him if we were going to pick up drugs thinking “what did I get myself into.” He assured me we weren't, and then asked me to pull over and to turn off my headlights. We were at our destination which he said was his little brother's place. He ran up to the house, peeked in the windows and started banging on the front door. He continued to bang on the door but no one was answering. I started to think about driving away and leaving this guy behind; but before I could make my move the guy was already back in the passenger seat of my car.

He barked out new directions that had me driving to the polar opposite side of town. While still reassuring me that he was not going to hurt me he guided me into a complex riddled with speed bumps. He told me this is where the “brothas” hang out in this town. He hopped out of the car and started harassing some shady looking dudes who were sitting on the stoop outside an old run down house. I suddenly saw him turn and point at me while talking to these guys and that’s when I made my decision. I slammed on the gas speeding away like a bat out of hell. I flew over the speed bumps going what felt like 100 mph (was probably about 40 mph) as I see checked my rear view mirror to see a bunch of guys screaming and chasing after my car.

From this day on I made a promise to myself never again will I willingly drive a stranger.