  My brother and are a freakishly similar. Tall, gawky, pale things with abnormally large eyes and jet-black hair. We both are nerdy overachievers who talk too loud and have no bounds to our opinionated-ness. We are also both bad drivers. Which partially explains last night’s very, very scary incident. My brother was driving with a “friend” (a pretty, lovely nerdish girl who I suspect is romantically linked to Jake) on the freeway.
They were meeting some other people to go sledding (because we aren’t skiers… an unspeakable crime in Spokane) with some of his pals. He was driving my father’s beloved truck, came upon an accident and swerved to get out of the way. He then drove through a chain-length fence and rolled three times into an embankment. The ambulances were already there (thank god) for the other wreck. They carted Jake and his ambiguous pal off the emergency room. They were entirely fine; though I’m sure a near-fatal experience broke the mood of the alleged non-date.
My father’s treasured truck now lays totaled in the AM/PM Towing Agency (classy, no? ) My mom responded differently to this accident than most sane people do. She hurried home from collecting Jake (neck brace and all) to record the eleven o’ clock news, which showcased the accident. Affectionately… Anna 
