Near Death...
I must say that one of the most exhilirating of all senses, would be almost dying. Which i did just that this morning. It was rather exciting... and a bit satisfying to my twisted mind.
All week, except for wednesday i've been going up to see my Shawnee Doll... either by bike or by skates so far i've averaged about... one hundred and ninety something miles on my legs, they're quite sore, but it's all worth it! and i told Shawnee that i would try to come up nice and early to see her... i wanted to leave my house by six at the latest... i ended up leaving at around six thirty... all was well until... well the handle bars came off my bike... ouchies... so my bike swerves into the road... right in front of an eight-teen wheeler... and i get off the pedals and grab the frame to try and pull myself out of the way but i was going rather fast and i can't really run twenty-fiveish mph... so i hit the ground rather hard and pushed the truck with my legs and got farther out of the road. the truck did some swerving, i did some swearing... people stopped, and one of the people just happened to be Paula Brochu, Mysti's mom. then the truck stopped and the driver, who had a mullet, asked if i was ok and asked if he had hit me. i said i was fine and that it was just really close and he was like "yep, it sure was." and then he went back to his truck people watched and then Paula brought me back to my house... where i cleansed my wounds, well the really bloody ones, and now i'm here sitting at the computer... alive... lol... i fucking hate bikes... lol.
All week, except for wednesday i've been going up to see my Shawnee Doll... either by bike or by skates so far i've averaged about... one hundred and ninety something miles on my legs, they're quite sore, but it's all worth it! and i told Shawnee that i would try to come up nice and early to see her... i wanted to leave my house by six at the latest... i ended up leaving at around six thirty... all was well until... well the handle bars came off my bike... ouchies... so my bike swerves into the road... right in front of an eight-teen wheeler... and i get off the pedals and grab the frame to try and pull myself out of the way but i was going rather fast and i can't really run twenty-fiveish mph... so i hit the ground rather hard and pushed the truck with my legs and got farther out of the road. the truck did some swerving, i did some swearing... people stopped, and one of the people just happened to be Paula Brochu, Mysti's mom. then the truck stopped and the driver, who had a mullet, asked if i was ok and asked if he had hit me. i said i was fine and that it was just really close and he was like "yep, it sure was." and then he went back to his truck people watched and then Paula brought me back to my house... where i cleansed my wounds, well the really bloody ones, and now i'm here sitting at the computer... alive... lol... i fucking hate bikes... lol.