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Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.

Surely you've had a better near-death experience?

(, Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
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Not a very nice experience....
I used to live with an alcoholic who was gradually getting more and more paranoid and more and more schizophrenic as time went on.
I eventually decided that helping him out of it was beyond my abilities and arranged to move house.
A week before I moved, delusional, he stormed into my room with a 4-foot decorative samurai sword (still fuckin sharp), and held me hostage for approximately 30 minutes with the sword at my throat, telling me that I was evil, and that he was a soldier of God and it was his destiny to 'put me down'.
At some point he'd put the sword down and attacked me with his bare hands, during which struggle I got a broken hand and a few other bruises, but I got really lucky when he thrust the sword at my middle, as somehow I managed to half-grab, half-deflect the thing away from my body. It still punctured my skin, leaving me with an inch-long scar to show for it, but if I hadn't reacted so quickly, that sword would've gone right through my stomach, killing me for sure.
As I was sitting there, with the sword at my throat, I had all the 'life flashing before my eyes' stuff, and got a chance to evaluate my life and decided that if I actually got out of the situation (I genuinely believed I wouldn't) that I'd do everything possible to make a better life for myself.
Now I'm in a fantastic job in a fantastic workplace, surrounded by fantastic people in the fantastic city of London, in a wonderful state of mind (if a little wary of some personality types - I believe they call it emotional scarring).
My advice to everyone?
Don't try to help psychotic delusional alcoholics... no matter how good and virtuous you think you're being, the cunt's bound to hate your your guts for trying... if they even notice you're trying to help them.
Now I deliberately avoid anyone that gets even the slightest bit aggressive after a few drinks. It's just not worth it.
(, Tue 30 Nov 2004, 18:24, Reply)

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