Alright, so I'm coming back from picking up an O of some mids enjoying myself a nice, large J. Things are good. I'm almost home, I get off my exit of the highway and so does the truck behind me. It a silver mid-90s Toyota pickup with some bright-ass lights. I take a right onto a main road and so does he in a sort of violent turn. He speeds up on my bumper for a about a mile. I take a left onto a side street and suddenly he swerves left too. I couldn't even see his lights he was so close. I am quite high so this was freaking me the fuck out. I sped up the hill to get away. He speeds up too. I take a quick right and drive down a hill quickly, I can he see him taking the right and he speeds up after, I took another two quick rights and lost him. I did a loop and couldn't find him parked anywhere so I'm going to assume he couldn't find me. I drove home. I may be paranoid from blazing but what the Fucking Fuck. Good News is there's a lot of food in my house and plenty more weed to ease my fears.