So the guy told me he was careful about people he didn’t know. We happened to leave right after him. Followed him out of the parking lot in an SUV. I managed to turn the lights OFF, a rare mistake only because I was driving my dad’s car. Followed him into a uturn, onto the freeway. Off the same exit. Hey, didn’t he say he lived by the lake? Realized lights in parked mode. Shit, how’d I manage to turn the lights from auto? Saw him make a u-turn to get back on the freeway. The guy grew up in the war. Did I somehow create this weird paranoid experience of following him with my lights off? If that’s the case, I hope he thinks I’m an alien agent versus a con artist or something. What a crazy scheme, he’ll tell his girlfriend tonight. She gets into my head with all these deep thoughts, and she’s got this huge dude sitting next to her, pretending to be autistic. They followed me but I lost em getting back on the freeway. Definite jackers. Who knows what they wanted. We should write an email warning our friends about them.
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