today i almost died

this weekend, me & my roommate drove to brooklyn to help a friend move furniture into his apartment. we rented a cargo van, loaded up all the shit, and drove 13 hours to new york. going into the trip, we said "you know there's going to be some time during this trip that we regret this decision."

first night everything was fine, only set backs were we couldn't fit everything into the van and that i had to talk to a french dude that we're convinced lives in his car w/ his 5 dogs and rents a storage space so he can poop and watch "tyler perry's house of pain" inside in the heat. 

then yesterday, we drove for 10 hours, unloaded all of the stuff, had a great dinner, and then went about an hour outside of the city and stayed at a hampton inn (which had the best bed i've ever slept on in a hotel). 

then came today. 5 hours into our 13 hour drive, we started to slide. the roads were solid black ice & well. needless to say we ended up losing control and BAM we crashed into a ditch in the middle of nowhere in pennsylvania. almost 3 hours later of sitting in the cold our tower guy bill shows up and takes us to the only hotel in barkeyville, pennsylvania. we get in the room prepared to lay down and relax and all of a sudden notice cigarette burns on the comforter & period blood stains on the bed. needless to say, we're in the classiest place in america right now. meanwhile the interstate we were driving on is now closed, and rumors are that all flights out of pittsburgh (75 miles from here) look to be cancelled tomorrow. 

kill me.