I worked a 2nd job at a bar. Left work at 1:00 a.m., and had a 20 minute drive home which took 10 minutes on the interstate and 10 into my neighborhood. How, as exhausted as I was I figured out that I’d been followed I’ll never know. It was so late, but I finally found a house that had lights on, and pulled into the driveway. The car that had followed me took off, I waited a few minutes, and backed out to head home. Who knows what bullet I dodged that night.