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Victor-E · 09-08-2004, 07:09 PM

Hunting:
I was hunting rabbits with my dad years ago (you can repeat this one in Elmer Fudd's voice if you like). We chased a rabbit over some hills. We split up to confuse it and cut off its escape route. I saw it over the next hill and crawled on my belly so I could get closer to it. When I was close enough, I straightened up to aim and shoot and right on the other side of the rabbit I saw my dad doing the same thing. We were both aiming directly at each other with the rabbit in the middle. We were both lucky that we saw each other in time.

Car:
I was driving to Iowa from Illinois. There was snow on the ground but the roads had been cleared for some time. I passed an 18 wheeler truck and just when I got in front of it I hit a patch of ice on the road and the car began to spin. I did about 5 circles in front of the truck at 70 mph. I could see the front grills of the truck pass rapidly in my windshield over and over as it got closer. I managed to steer the car into a ditch at the last minute. I sat frozen in the ditch until the trucker, who had stopped, came over with a big smile to shake my hand and tell me I was the luckiest SOB he's ever met.

Drugs:
About 7 years ago I was partying with a bunch of friends. I had been up for two days, doing E, K and pot. At one point I thought I was gonna get sick so I went to the bathroom. But nothing happened. I got up too fast from the sink but the blood in my veins didn't keep up with my head and I fainted. I fell back and hit the back of my head on the sharp edge of the door jam and was knocked out cold. I dreamed I was walking in the Amazon jungles and giant Mayan gods appeared over the tree tops. They told me it was time to go to the other side and reached for my hand. When I reached out for them I came to and saw my friends circling above me. I went to the ER and got multiple stitches on my scull. The gash was 2 inches long and deep enough to scrape my scull. The doctor told me that ironically the drugs had lowered my blood pressure. Otherwise I would have bled to death.

That's about all I can think of for now... to be continued, I guess.

09-08-2004, 07:09 PM
Victor-E Confirmed User Industry Role: Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: SFV Posts: 577	Hunting: I was hunting rabbits with my dad years ago (you can repeat this one in Elmer Fudd's voice if you like). We chased a rabbit over some hills. We split up to confuse it and cut off its escape route. I saw it over the next hill and crawled on my belly so I could get closer to it. When I was close enough, I straightened up to aim and shoot and right on the other side of the rabbit I saw my dad doing the same thing. We were both aiming directly at each other with the rabbit in the middle. We were both lucky that we saw each other in time. Car: I was driving to Iowa from Illinois. There was snow on the ground but the roads had been cleared for some time. I passed an 18 wheeler truck and just when I got in front of it I hit a patch of ice on the road and the car began to spin. I did about 5 circles in front of the truck at 70 mph. I could see the front grills of the truck pass rapidly in my windshield over and over as it got closer. I managed to steer the car into a ditch at the last minute. I sat frozen in the ditch until the trucker, who had stopped, came over with a big smile to shake my hand and tell me I was the luckiest SOB he's ever met. Drugs: About 7 years ago I was partying with a bunch of friends. I had been up for two days, doing E, K and pot. At one point I thought I was gonna get sick so I went to the bathroom. But nothing happened. I got up too fast from the sink but the blood in my veins didn't keep up with my head and I fainted. I fell back and hit the back of my head on the sharp edge of the door jam and was knocked out cold. I dreamed I was walking in the Amazon jungles and giant Mayan gods appeared over the tree tops. They told me it was time to go to the other side and reached for my hand. When I reached out for them I came to and saw my friends circling above me. I went to the ER and got multiple stitches on my scull. The gash was 2 inches long and deep enough to scrape my scull. The doctor told me that ironically the drugs had lowered my blood pressure. Otherwise I would have bled to death. That's about all I can think of for now... to be continued, I guess.