Near Death Experiences II
Freddie Woo says: I was once caught right in the middle of in an early morning high-speed 30-car pile-up on the M3, but emerged from the chaos in the only car not to have suffered a dent. My trousers told a different story, and learned that you *do* empty your bowels as Death's icy grip reaches out for you. Tell us about your audition for the Final Destination films.
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( , Thu 15 May 2014, 12:55)
Freddie Woo says: I was once caught right in the middle of in an early morning high-speed 30-car pile-up on the M3, but emerged from the chaos in the only car not to have suffered a dent. My trousers told a different story, and learned that you *do* empty your bowels as Death's icy grip reaches out for you. Tell us about your audition for the Final Destination films.
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( , Thu 15 May 2014, 12:55)
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Pushed from a moving car...
...or perhaps I jumped. Entirely too many beers at a movie premiere party, and on the ride home, I was ejected from a moving car. Details are still a bit foggy as to how it all happened, even years later.
I am led to understand that my bootheels caught, causing a near perfect backflip. Only my head got in the way of the street. Twenty-some-odd staples later, and a very nice policeman telling me "It's not unlawful to eject yourself from a moving vehicle, but to most folks it seems like a bad enough idea to prevent giving it a go.".
I remember waking up in the gutter, bleeding profusely, and trying to shrug it off and walk home. The following day, we found a lovely splat about the size of a smallish apple where I first landed, and a huge dried red splotch a bit further down where I lay unconscious bleeding for a moment.
...I don't drink any more, but not because of this moment of foolishness years ago.
( , Mon 19 May 2014, 7:47, 1 reply)
...or perhaps I jumped. Entirely too many beers at a movie premiere party, and on the ride home, I was ejected from a moving car. Details are still a bit foggy as to how it all happened, even years later.
I am led to understand that my bootheels caught, causing a near perfect backflip. Only my head got in the way of the street. Twenty-some-odd staples later, and a very nice policeman telling me "It's not unlawful to eject yourself from a moving vehicle, but to most folks it seems like a bad enough idea to prevent giving it a go.".
I remember waking up in the gutter, bleeding profusely, and trying to shrug it off and walk home. The following day, we found a lovely splat about the size of a smallish apple where I first landed, and a huge dried red splotch a bit further down where I lay unconscious bleeding for a moment.
...I don't drink any more, but not because of this moment of foolishness years ago.
( , Mon 19 May 2014, 7:47, 1 reply)
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