I was going to a concert. I left my house at about 9 o'clock, and I was feeling uptight on a Saturday night. I was driving at 95 miles an hour, and I felt so alive because my favourite song was on the radio. At 12 o'clock, a truck's lights stared into my eyes. I was like 'Oh my god, there's no time to turn!', and I laughed because I knew that I was gonna die. I survived, but why did I laugh?