Priorities, ya’ll. Priorities.

Not that I’m not sympathetic to Jennifer’s worry. I certainly don’t want to die. Thankfully, I’ve yet to find myself in any particularly life-threatening scenarios. I suppose the closest I’ve ever come was that one time I was in a car that swerved to not hit a possum. I didn’t die, but I did learn two things that night.

The first is that if you’re barreling down a curved road at 45 or so miles an hour and it’s the middle of the night, maybe don’t jerk the wheel too hard when a small, hairy, glowey-eyed demon materializes in the middle of the road. And the second is that you can, in fact, have the shit literally scared out of you.

I’ve had better nights, lemme tell ya.