|Hope I didn't brain my damage.
||[Apr. 26th, 2007|04:34 pm]
I should have died, and this is why...
|||||Black Sabbath "electric funeral"||]|
A ways back, an ex-girlfriend of mine was touching the back of my head, and suddenly stopped.
"What's this?" she said, pointing to a lump just down and to the left of the flat spot in the back of my skull.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said.
I'm six years old, at my friend Pat O'Brien's birthday party, and I'm in line for the Ferris Wheel. Now being ADD and not much of the patient type, I'm completely overjoyed and go running out to get in the car. 'Cept the car hasn't come down. YET.
You know that loud gonnnggggg sound a ferris wheel car makes when it strikes a six year old in the back of the head? NO YOU DON'T!! LIARS!! (And if you do, we need to start hanging out on weekends) I am literally knocked cross-eyed. The attendant is freaking out "OhmyGodareyouokaypleasedontsueshouldwecallthedoctorareyouokaypleasedontsue." Being raised with two parents working in a hospital, I didn't bother seeing the doc- I wanted to get back on the damn ride!
So, once my vision returned to normal, the attendant- very carefully- helped me into the car. I got to go around twice.