Announcment Service Public #1It took me up until 15 minutes ago to get my scrapes cleaned up because my head was hurtin' so bad. I almost died. Again. I'm short of breath and really,really,really fucked up. So...why am I on the computer? Because in case I manage to expire in the next few minutes or so you have something to remember me by.
Though, considering my luck, I won't.
I have an obnoxiously high tolerance for pain, but I cannot take head pain. Head pain is the only thing that kills me. Like my concussion I got before...I couldn't even stand up by myself. I couldn't even walk because my brain was so fried. And now I got almost the same damn thing, except I aint in no hospital and I hopefully don't have a concussion. My poor brain.
I had 2 girls help me sit down after I had completely failed at life, an Ali and a Darcy. They were nice...I called em over because I figured I might as well conk out near some people instead of in the middle of the sidewalk. Makes sense I guess. I couldn't even see anything soon as I sat down. Got all those red and black dot things going around. I didn't pass out though. I got a powerful thirst the second I told myself that, and luckily I had a diet cola to drink in my backpack. I might've passed out if I didn't.
Then,my head starts imploding, and I'm cussing and growling like a deranged bitch until all of a sudden I see this kid --->
on his bike and after a couple blinks and long stares I realized I totally didn't die. For some reason, that must've got the adrenalin going because after that my head refused to finish what it had started in the imploding process. Even as I write now its dulling a bit. How crazy is that? Perhaps people really do associate certain people with painlessness during a time of crisis. All it takes is a thought...and BAMF, I feel like new. I am very grateful for him. 
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