These are two of the few accidents I had as a child. My mother told me several times
that she didn’t think I was going to live to be an adult. Asthma or injury
was going to kill me. This the same woman who told me that I was going to have
retarded kids if I made fun of retarded people. I beat her on that one.
I may already mentioned that I got hit by a light blue caddie on my sixth birthday
while I was in an foster home. If you haven’t read that blog yet GO FUCKING DO IT
That was the first accident that could have killed me but not the last.
Dumpster boy
Years after the car incident I had an adventure in an alley that fucked me up but
good. Like every red bloodied inner city boy I enjoyed my time in the various junk
yards and alleys (It wasn’t like Fat Albert but it wasn’t that far off) My brother
Raymon,d my friends and yours truly were playing behind a bar in an back alley in
a dumpster. We were actually taking turns swinging on the handle of the dumpster,
you know good old fashion fun. When my turn came this little fucking sociopath
named Eric decided it would be a good idea to push the oversized garbage can on
my head. I can still remember that head over heel feeling and seeing my feet
in the air. Next thing I know the dumpster is on top of me and my little brother
is trying to pull it off me. I can remember thinking I’m going to die and Raymond
is going to be very sad. Ironically enough Eric’s big sister did get the dumpster
off and carry me home. I recall seeing my self being carried to my house,
my mother losing it as she sees her bloodied child, a stranger who happened to be
working in his car in front of our house race me to the hospital three blocks
away. The strangest thing to me was the entire time every thing was in blue. My
mother, the car, the doctor, my own body all in blue. I had a dislocated shoulder
and a wicked fucking scar on my right temple that is very sensitive to this day.
NAIL BOY
I was out in my yard playing with my brother and my best friend from next door and
his cousin who I kinda like ( but not really.I hate him and his grandmother). we
were dicking around in our back yard because my mother wasn’t there and we couldn’t
play outside but the back yard was ok. For reasons that are not clear to me now I was
pissed about something and I stumped my left foot directly a board filled with a bunch
of ten penny nails. The minute I put my foot down I knew I had made a big fucking
mistake. Your natural reaction is to pull your body part away from the pain which hurt
as much as putting foot on the damn thing. As I crawled for the back porch I started
shaking just a little so I started calling for an adult. Uncle crack head (who was
years away from being a crack head) graciously picked my stupid ass up and brought me
inside. When he put me down it hurt like a motherfucker and I remember trying not
cry. We I looked at the bottom of my left shoe and saw the hole and tried not to
cry. When my uncle took my shoe off and I saw blood pump out my foot I cried like
a bitch. The nail had stuck the middle of my arch and it bleed rather profusely.
I can remember aunts and uncle trying to batch me up but the wound just kept
bleeding. Time for another trip to the local hospital. The Indian doctor told
me in his broken English that I may have scrapped the artery in my left foot. My
mother almost grounded me put she felt too sorry for her limping little boy
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