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Sunday, April 03, 2005

If bad things happen in threes, I am waiting for the axe to fall and chop off my head.



Last week my eye-lid had a lump on it the size of a golf ball. Now I have a broken hand, which the doctors say is not broken. I believe the doctors but the thing is my hand looks like I have a catchers mitt on it.
Originally I wasn't going to tell the story of how I broke, or should I say swelled my hand. But here it is any way:

On Friday afternoon, my friend Tyler came to Masta's house with his mini-crotch rocket.
125 cc, of raw 4 stroke power. I told myself "self, don't ride that thing, you are far to unbalanced and unco-ordinated to ride such a toy." But I still got on it after watching Stufenbop ride it around for a bit. I hop on the idling death machine. Put my feet on the pegs, and hit the throttle. For those of you who don't know, these bikes have no gears, so u just hit the throttle and go. I did not know this when I first hopped on. "ill just take it slow in first gear till I get the hang of it" I told myself.
I floored it, and the bike just took off. I made it about 10 feet, then fell cause of a low speed wobble. The bike was destroyed, as was the left side of my body. I will never ride a mini bike again.

Now I am just waiting for the 3rd thing to go wrong, so I can start my life over again.

killed softly at 4/03/2005 10:25:00 AM
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