Post by cactusjames on Jun 16, 2010 12:38:00 GMT -5
So yesterday I'm coming back from Target not going to fast at all when the back tire hits a pot hole or something I lose control, and this is when the freak accident part comes into play. As I'm against the curb some kind of thing was on the wind shield making it impossible to see. At this point I was afraid I'd end up in the middle of an intersection and didn't know if I'd hit anyone else or get hit by anyone else so without thinking, and with something blocking the wind shield, I gassed it just to get out of the fucking road. I didn't know how much damage was done to the car at this point and if it would be able to get home since I didn't know the condition of the tire. So I thought just get out of the road and assess the damage then. And mind you this was all within a span 3 1/2 seconds. So I accelerate like I said, went up a curb through a fence into a Haitian guys shed, although he called it a pool house. I swear it smelt like dead animal in there.
So long story short, it's my second accident I'm behind the wheel for, third total where i was told it was lucky I got out. Cause after looking over everything, the car managed to get wedged in this shed, but the shed was in between a big heavy traffic pole and a smaller brick wall. So imagine big pole to the left, 3 feet brick wall to the right, shed in the middle and that's where the car goes. Mere feet away from the pole, if i would've hit, it's over, Johnny.
To wrap it up, it got me thinking. Are my odds running out? Am I using more and more of my 9 lives? Or am I in fact too cool to die and no matter what happens, whether it's God making me a month and a half premature almost dying in an incubator(I weighted about 3 pounds when I was born, docs kept me in an incubator unsure if I'd make it or not for 2 months), or a freak accident in a car, I cannot die? I mean over and over since I can remember people have been telling me they don't know how I survived this that and the other. I should be dead 20 times over. But I live, breathe, and type today despite it all. Is it dumb luck where the odds are running out? Or am I the Anti-Christ? I don't know if I should live in a bubble or should just be carefree cause I cannot be killed by conventional weapons?
But everyone here can rest easy, I'm fine, I'm alive in tip top shape and I'm not going anywhere. I could not imagine disappointing all of you, and cease to entertain my loyal loving fans.
So long story short, it's my second accident I'm behind the wheel for, third total where i was told it was lucky I got out. Cause after looking over everything, the car managed to get wedged in this shed, but the shed was in between a big heavy traffic pole and a smaller brick wall. So imagine big pole to the left, 3 feet brick wall to the right, shed in the middle and that's where the car goes. Mere feet away from the pole, if i would've hit, it's over, Johnny.
To wrap it up, it got me thinking. Are my odds running out? Am I using more and more of my 9 lives? Or am I in fact too cool to die and no matter what happens, whether it's God making me a month and a half premature almost dying in an incubator(I weighted about 3 pounds when I was born, docs kept me in an incubator unsure if I'd make it or not for 2 months), or a freak accident in a car, I cannot die? I mean over and over since I can remember people have been telling me they don't know how I survived this that and the other. I should be dead 20 times over. But I live, breathe, and type today despite it all. Is it dumb luck where the odds are running out? Or am I the Anti-Christ? I don't know if I should live in a bubble or should just be carefree cause I cannot be killed by conventional weapons?
But everyone here can rest easy, I'm fine, I'm alive in tip top shape and I'm not going anywhere. I could not imagine disappointing all of you, and cease to entertain my loyal loving fans.
