User blog comment:Dbx25/Aaaaahh... The good ol' days.../@comment-1260687-20100325220337

Real life: When I was eight years old, I was riding my bike around the block where I lived, and somebody nailed me with a minivan. I was knockd unconscious, and they apparently didn't stop, and I woke up about 5 minutes later (I'm guessing) and looking back on it, I must have resembled Charlie Brown after getting nailed by a line drive; it knocked one of my shoes off, and my shit was all fucked up from getting caught on my mangled-ass bike. Then there was that time a few years ago when I got shot in the chest and then blown up a few times. That was a hoot. And today, I almost got sideswiped by a little old lady who ran a red light while on my way back from Taco Bell.