i've never had a car, i can't drive
but that doesn't stop me being a total tit.
several years ago, i'd been out for a meal with a friend. upon leaving the restaurant, we discovered that no lights had been lit in the carpark, which was in total darkness. getting into the car, i complained about feeling bloated and decided not to fasten my seatbelt. yes, i know now.
due to the darkness and the fact that the lampposts were painted black, we didn't see the damn things until we hit one of them. i shot forward, banging my head on the windscreen.
i had no idea a severed artery could bleed so much.
within an hour, i was in the hospital with 5 new stitches in my head and looking like an extra from a zombie film. at least i had the sense to stay in my mate's house, just in case i had concussion.
3 days later, i looked like a panda, with 2 very black eyes.
10 days after that, i had the stitches removed. i now have a harry potter-esque scar, which is nowhere near as cool as the local kids think it is.
still, it's a constant reminder of just what an utter tool i can be at times.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 16:34, Reply)