>driving with Jim Jarmusch
>he starts accelerating and soon we're nearing 150 mph
>asks me if I like to go fast
>iron grip on the dashboard, ask him to slow down
>he turns and laughs at me
>suddenly we're off the road and the car is flipping over
>he flies out of the car
>I woke up a couple hours later in a hospital, the cops asked who was driving and I told them, they still haven't found a body yet though. Anyways the weirdest part of this is that a couple years later I saw a picture of my mom with him, and he was wearing the same outfit as he did that day he disappeared.
Did Jim bang your mom?