I have a strange feeling I'm going to die in an unusual way. Probably get squished at my job under a runaway roll of paper that weighs around 1,500 pounds.
That's option one. The more likely option is that I'll die while trying to see how fast I can get from point A to point B. I can't explain it; I'm a speed freak. Oddly enough; I've never gotten a ticket for speeding, but Goddamn, don't run those fucking stop signs whatever you do. I swear a cop has been there EVERY SINGLE TIME the eleven times I've done it in my life.