maybe you were in a bank when gun men came in...or maybe your girlfriend stabbed you in your gut for wearing her pantyhose(highbeam)..lol....what?
maybe you were in a bank when gun men came in...or maybe your girlfriend stabbed you in your gut for wearing her pantyhose(highbeam)..lol....what?
Standing in the lobby of a movie theatre with some friends, when this big fucking dude came in with a sawed off shot gun. We all scattered. He took the cash, and left.
I slipped and fell in the kitchen holding my 4 wk-old son. I dropped him. Had to watch him be carted off to the hospital in a tiny backboard, nom'ing on his pacifier.
In my scramble to stay on my feet, I sprained my ankle so bad it broke my leg. My son had a fractured skull, but thank God that the CT scan showed no bleeding, no bruising and no depression down into the brain. The worst he had was a mild concussion. He was treated by one of the best pediatric neurosurgeons in Florida.
Me? I was on crutches 2 months and might have to get orthotic inserts b/c my arches have now fallen.




april 4th, 1974 zenia ohio...
wooooooooooooooooooooow
man thank god nothing worse happened.....did you get investigated by child services etc? that could be crazy cuz they can take a mistake and turn it into "i intentionally bashed/harmed my kid"..seen it.
where you walking and you slipped on water or something?....crazy!
Had a bag of weed stolen off me and my best friend at the time with an assault rifle pointed between my eyes. I was 17.
Amazingly, he didn't take our wallets or anything else but the weed.
A pistol behind my ear
Being kinda lost at sea in Alaska. It was pitch black stormy night. We found a small island. We built a lean to outta a tarp we found. The Coast Guard rescued us that night.
While working as a car valet, a hotel customer came running up said a big black guy with a gun just held them up in the parking lot. Without thinking I ran down the lot to be a hero and thankfully reason took over and I stopped 50 yards short. I turned around and ran to the safety of the hotel lobby and called police.
April 29th, 1992. There was a riot on the streets tell me where were you? You were sittin' home watchin' your TV, while I was paticipating in some anarchy. First spot we hit it was my liqour store, I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford. With red lights flashin', time to retire and then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.Next stop we hit, it was the music shop it only took one brick to make that window drop. Finally we got our own P.A., where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?




luckily, my wife's a trauma nurse. we made the Amberlamps take Baby MTF to "her" ER (she called my EMS call off...told 'em I didn't need a 45 min amberlamps ride for a broke leg. She made a friend drivfe me). We had primo care...all the docs eyeballed the CT scan, we had rooms ready when we got there, etc. 8)
But that is one thing my wife and I discussed afterwards. If we went to the hospital they'd wanted us to go to (the one a little closer (and in AL) that is a university hospital...it's also the ghetto hospital), even though my injury corroborated the story, they'd have almost "had" to call DHR.
Problem is, once you get in their system, you might as well be on the terrorist watch list.
Another reason I'm glad we didn't go to the "ghetto" hospital is because the main neurosurgeon at that hospital is a jackass.
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