I watched a surfing buddy of mine almost bleed to death when I was 17. He "wiped-out" on a big wave and his board went between his legs. His skeg,(fin), cut his groin artery wide open. I held him , while he passed out on the beach, (life-guards were on there way).
I ,(stupidly), "raced" another "hot-rod" VW and slid out of control, flipped "end-over-end" twice and totaled my car. Thankfully, no one was hurt. But the VW, (1776cc, Duel carb, Alpine stereo, drag-fast shifter, ETC), was totalled.
Anything SCARY happen to you?
2006-06-08
20:14:40
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I've been in 5 car accidents. One was at speeds reaching 80 MPH, ( I had a buddy in HS whose father was a stock car driver).
I had a buddy who was a pot/coke-head. He sniffed some coke and went surfing. They never found him.
In 8th grade, I helped a guy keep from passing out, when he got "knifed" in the @ss, at a football game.
I was once "chased from the surf" by a 5-6 FT hammer-head Shark. The guy I was surfing with wasn't so lucky. He lost a "chunk" of his thigh.
I was with-in 10 Ft of people who were badly burned & "on-fire" after a 4th of July major firework display went off accidently on the ground. You never forget the smell.
2006-06-08
20:41:22 ·
update #1
In 10th grade, I was at a "party" and a "drunk" friend of mine ,(we grew up playing soccer together), commited suicide by drinking a gallon of Anti-freeze. He left a note. I don't know what it said. He was a nice, good looking, straight-A student, kinda guy. Never could understand WHY he would kill himself.
Some buddys of mine were killed in a boating accident. They never found one guys head, (he had been decapitated).
We had a graduating class of 1200; so I guess we had every kind of "calamity" you can imagine.
2006-06-08
20:54:08 ·
update #2
When I was 20, I partnered up for a game of pool with the owner of a "Member's only Blues Club". For some reason, (I guess because I played a "mean" sax) , he thought I would also be a great pool player.
Well, we lost.
Apparently, there was a bet of $82. The owner didn't want to pay. So, he reached into his ankle, pulled out a gun & proceeded to express his anger at losing the game, by unloading his revolver into the ceiling and walls.
Needless to say, our opponent decided he could "live without" the $82, and settle for a beer. (I was just about sh*tt'in in my pants at the time. Do you realize how LOUD a 357 is inside a confined space? After those 6 shots were fired I went home & never came back to "jam" at his club. Well,actually, I did come back. But, thats a different story.......................)
2006-06-08
21:20:51 ·
update #3
And people ask me why I believe in GOD...lol
2006-06-08
21:23:06 ·
update #4