Cars and fools
So I'm at uni. I'm about half way through my first year. When we started I was put in a flat with 7 others, who I got along with, but there was one bloke (Tristen) who I got on with particularly well. So the second weekend, everyone has gone home except for me, Trist and 1 of the blokes who lives in London. Tristen's 2 mates come down on the Friday and they say they are going to Sheffield to see another mate and ask if I want to go along. We go to a shite party where Tristen manages to shag the roughest bird in the building, nay, the county. Apparently ugly girls DO shag better.

Anyway, we are on our way back in the car, and suddenly Trist pipes up. I'm not sure why he said this, but I'm assuming it was a combination of shame for the previous night, and the fact that he got dumped a week before starting uni so his girlfriend could go out with another bloke (and one that he already hated at that) for one week. So he says:

"You know what I always wanted to do? Jump out of a moving car".

So, he gets his mate to slow down to 20 MPH, all the while me and his other mate are telling him to go at least 25 (glad we weren't listened to now) and he opens the door and jumps out. All I saw was his body falling out the car, then looking in the rear window, him rolling along the floor and lying there for a while, before getting up and staggering towards us like a drunken bum. We all know that when you jump from something moving, you are best to run with it. Well, he decided to run against the direction of the car, which made his injuries much worse. We had to go to hospital twice (which took like an hour to fin each time because I was driving and I didn't know Huddersfield well at this point. And I can't navigate for shit) once for his head and once later for his back. His head was glued back together with odd blue glue, and his back had nothing done to it because they said it would be 4 hours before he got seen, but it had scratchy scars all up it, which are still there, and hurt for about 3 or 4 weeks. The hospital staff were great, they thought he was an idiot for "falling down the stairs", and the nurse that saw him at first was great. "Have you tried pain killers? Well, that's what they're for, P-A-I-N K-I-L-L-E-R-S".

The scars are still on his back and his head.
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 20:52, Reply)