Driving with my brother. The first time I drove with my brother was actually only a few months ago when he was driving me and my boyfriend back to Queens after a trip to visit my fam on LI. It may have been the single most horrifying experience of my life. I thought driving with my father was scary, but it turns out that my brother is like my father driving x 5! I'm talking weaving in and out of traffic, just missing hitting the car in front or next to us by centimeters and braking hard. It's scary, and nauseating. I've been in the car with him a few more times since then, but I've been riding in the back with my eyes closed. Well, today I had the unfortunate experience of riding shotgun on our trip back to Queens from LI. I was on LI today with the fam watching my little sister graduate high school. BTW, when did high school girls get such big BOOBS??? And when did they start flaunting them all over the place in tight shirts and cut-out dresses? I don't think I started dressing slutty until I was in college. But I digress. Anyway, we picked up his friend on our trip and my brother began telling him about all my past driving accidents, like when I hit the motorcycle driver and he ended up on the hood of my car, or when I got into an accident in a parking lot (though I did later wind up going out with the guy whose car I hit, even though he still made me pay him!), etc. etc. But, that was years ago and I've become a better drive since then. Besides, he's the one who told me he's "this close" to getting his license taken away. And I could see why, as on the way my brother almost hit about 5 or 6 other cars, but the radio was blaring so loud that we couldn't hear other drivers screaming at us, or horns blaring so that we wouldn't know if we were about to get into an accident, but at least we would go out listening to Kanye. I saw my life flash before my eyes several times, and to prove this wasn't just me being dramatic, even my brother's friend was yelling at him from the back seat. Once we reached the exit for Queens Blvd. my brother's friend leaned over and said to me something like, "Lucky we made it back in one piece!" "KNOCK ON WOOD!!!" I yelled at him, as I frantically searched the car looking for wood and not finding any. "WE AREN'T THERE YET! Don't say anything else until we get there," I shouted. We did finally make it to my apartment and once outside of the car I was so happy I almost kissed the ground. The whole trip made me think, "maybe our public transportation system isn't so bad . . . " On second thought, yes, actually, it is.