I think I would be good at writing horror stories. Mainly because I’m afraid of everything. For example, today I was on the freeway with my window down (because my AC doesn’t work), and I thought to myself, what would happen if a stone was kicked up by the wheels of a passing semi and flew through my open window? Well, of course it would tear open my temple and I would bleed to death while trying to keep control of the car. Or what if somebody put some ground glass in a salad bar? Maybe I’m just paranoid.