About 25 years ago when I was still in college I thought it would be cool to get a motorcycle. I rode it around for about a year with no problems until one day I was riding down this mountain road near where I lived and a deer ran out in front of my bike and I swerved to avoid it, I flew off my bike and into a ditch on the side of the road and was knocked out, my bike fell off the other side of the road and down a sheer cliff face. It was not obvious anyone has ever been there or that there was an accident. I laid there for almost a two days until people started looking for me after missing work. When I came to my legs were messed up, I had broken an ankle, elbow and wrist and couldn’t move. I sat there for hours convinced I was going to die. I was pretty upset about it but after a while the anxiety washed away and I just went completely numb. My next memory was waking up in a hospital.
Thank god I was wearing a helmet.
How about you?
According to my brain, every time I have to interact with a stranger.
I… I just died in your arms tonight…
“Oh ffs Farid, you can’t keep doing this! You’re getting too heavy!”
Appreciate the Cutting Crew reference. But I can and I will.
“Do we… do we call an Ambulance?”
“No, we call his sister who will pick him up and yell at him.”