|these stories, they occur to me at the oddest times....
||[Sep. 25th, 2006|12:28 pm]
I should have died, and this is why...
So in my hometown, when they (cheaply) resurface the roads, it's mostly just sprayed-down tar and loose crushed rock, right? So at some point, the rocks get all pushed into the tar, and then there are mounds of loose little rocks at the turns and against the curb.
So in middle school, right this buddy of mine rode his bike to school, since he lived something like a mile from school, and had a million siblings. (lesliessexxy, you may remember this, actually. And you should know exactly who it is.)
And one day, when he was riding to school, they had just redone the roads, and he fell off his bike. And got hit by a car. Gently, i might add. Which, by itself, isn't funny. Neither were the giant scrapes on his knees.
The license-plate number bruised into his leg, though? Yeah.