My buddies and I were on a trip back from Florida a couple summers ago. One of my friends had a fallout with the people who we were staying with, so we decided to leave at night. It must be noted though that we had been drinking the whole night before and only got a few hours of sleep. Well, on the way back, driving through Louisiana, I was getting really sleepy. I closed my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, really only about 10 seconds. When I opened my eyes, just a couple feet in front of me was a tractor trailer that I was about to plow into, I swerved hard. From the sudden whip of the turn, my friends woke up and asked what happened just as I was finishing a big "Woah!"
Being sick and not going to work on the day of the first trade center bombing back in 93 Not going to a meeting with Cantor Fitzgerald on 9-11 because I got invited to play golf at a great course (i didnt play...but i didnt go to the mtg either)
As a cop I did evictions. There was this one house where the owner lodged a rifle between sofa cusions and tied a string from the trigger compartment to the front door, if I have opened the front door I would have gotten blasted in the face. Luckily there was a locksmith...
i was a rather promiscuous teenager in the eighties. actually, i used to pick up chicks regularly at emo's in houston until about '91. that's much closer than i feel comfortable with...
I was about 30 miles offshore with three other friends on a boat that this one guy and I purchased together. It was a piece of &*^&. Right when we started fishing we noticed the bilge pump in the engine compartment had failed and it was filling with water. We decided to head back in but could only get one engine started. Not only that but between us and shore (thirty miles away) was nothing but solid black. We ended up putting through a horrendous thunder storm on one engine (we actualy got the second engine going for a while but it quit on us later). It was cold, the pelting rain hurt and water was washing over the front and sides of the boat. If our second engine had failed in the storm (it did fail when we got back to the mouth of the Colorado - we had to be towed to the launch) we probably would have been in really big trouble.
I was at the Rockets Jazz game 6, I was at the Oilers Cheifs playoff game in the dome I was at game 5 last year vs st louis and I have been car jacked All about the same
Walking to the car from sixth street bar, wife (the g/f) was driving. Buddy calls asked for a ride. I said I will meet you up (on foot) he had drunk and would not have found us. I find him and we head back to the car. We are waiting at red light. Light turns green and we walk, this punk comes down the street and then turns his black accord into me, I go flying bust my head on the concrete right in front of Carmello's. I am knocked the f*** out. I have a concussion and bleeding into my brain. They thought they were going to have to drill into my skull to stop the bleeding. In three days the bleeding has stopped and I leave Seton Hospital. Only thing funny about it was my friend said I kept asking the EMT if I had tore my pants because I had on some 100 dollar slacks from BR. When the Dr. said they need to take off my sweater my friends said I made a sad face because I thought they were going to cut my sweater off. Man, I don’t remember any of this. Anyway, I missed Mardi Gras that year. Doc said one medium jolt to my head could cause it to bleed again and you don't know when you bleed into your brain... you just die.
My redneck buddy was showing me his shotgun and it went off near my head. It put a huge hole through the wall. He said it went off by "accident". I couldnt hear out of that ear for a few hours but i cant complain.
I was flying a powered parachute ( a cross between a go cart/airboat with a large parachute as the airfoil) when some of the lines started to get wrapped around the shaft of the propeller. I killed the engine in time to keep from eating all the control lines and landed hard in about 4' of snow in the middle of a large cattle feedlot north of Boise Idaho. No injuries but spent the weekend digging the rig out from under snow and cowpiles.
