After we ordered a pizza and settled in to watch the first movie, he paused it, turned to me, and started ranting about how women are whores and how hard it is to be a rich guy. I was really uncomfortable and told him so, and he apologized and resumed the movie. Five minutes later, same thing happened again. I firmly told him that I’d like to go home, so he said he’d drive me. When I get into the car, he peels away so fast that I can’t get my seatbelt on. He hits a cement pillar on his way out and the hood of his car starts to smoke, but he doesn’t stop, and he’s going so fast that I am slammed into the door, him, the windshield, etc. like a bean in a tin can. He starts saying crazy stuff like, “Oh, I’ll get you home, but I don’t know what condition you’ll be in when you get there,” and “Oh, I’ll get you home, I don’t know when, but you’ll be home sometime!” I was so scared. Still couldn’t get my seatbelt on. Someone suddenly pulls out in front of him and he slams the car to a stop; I hit the windshield, and in an incredible feat of awesomeness, grab the handle of the car and open it, propelling myself out of the car as he hits the gas pedal. I hit the ground and started running as fast as I could… I ducked behind cars in a parking lot and crouched behind them until he drove away. I called my roommate and she wouldn’t answer her phone, and I didn’t have anybody around, and my purse was in that loser’s car, so I ended up walking a few miles until a cab went by; I convinced him to drive me to my mom’s (far away) and that she’d pay him when I got there
