Heh for all the gruesome stories here, there's not really a lot of first-hand action outside of that nasty wound in the guy's arm. So I guess I'll have to add this one then since it was so recent and involved me first hand, although it isn't really as bad as it could have been but I'll just tell it.
The other day (a Sunday afternoon, of course I had done the deed earlier at the apartment) I was driving down a 2 lane one-way 30 MPH speed limit road that runs right by our college campus. On the right are tons of school buildings, on the left are a few newer school buildings and some greek houses.
This day there was a bright group of townie skateboarder kids (middle school age) that decided to do some tricks on the new 10 step stairway (it is about 8 feet high) that leads up to one of the new buildings on the left. 3 of the kids were at the bottom watching one at the top. Of course I see all this because I am driving down the road, leading a pack of cars in the left lane at a nice 25-30 MPH.
As I begin to get closer to them and can see them more clearly, I realized that the kid at the top looks like he is getting ready to jump down them all. Keep in mind that all that separates the road and the stairway is a small patch of grass and a sidewalk. I think to myself "he can't be this fucking stupid, can he?"
Yes he is that fucking stupid. As I am approaching them, the fucker skies the 10 steps, quite a nice move (and I got a great view) but dumb as shit nonetheless. Dumb as shit because as soon as he hit the ground, he had so much momentum that he jumped off his skateboard, ran past the sidewalk, and took a few steps into the street. It all happened so fast but I was just barely able slam on the brakes and swerve to the middle of the road. I saw the fucker out of my side window in the street as I passed him.
He was no more than a second away from getting blasted...
There was another time where we were at a school basketball game in the enormous balcony that has this tiny fence to keep the people in the front row from potentially falling onto the main level (I hate the balcony front row tickets, they fucking scare me). We had seats in the 2nd row behind this group with a few rowdy, drunk kids in the front. It was a BIG game, we were both ranked and it was conference season. And of course we always got hella baked before the big games...
The one most drunk kid kept leaning on the little fence thing and jumping up in the air in the front row. I kept thinking to myself, this fucker is going to fall if he's not careful, all the time keeping my eyes on him to watch out for the worst.
Well we were down a few points in the 2nd half, and made a steal, a dunk, then came back and got a turnover and 3 pointer- some shit like that. Everyone was going hella fucking nuts. Including the jumping kid.
This time the stupid fuck jumps so high and leans forward so far that he starts to slide down the fucking slope of the balcony, losing his handle on the fence and now going down at a 45 degree angle. I reached forward as fast as I could to grab his foot, but couldn't get that good a grip on it. FORTUNATELY though, his two female friends beside him in the front row were apparently paying attention as well and in the nick of time each grabbed one of his feet and prevented him from falling to a likely death.
So close!!!
