How the hell do I always manage to get hurt?!?!?
My friend Michael had me and a few of the lads up to his gaf out pass Midle(of-frick-nowhere)ton, well anyway within 10 minutes I was cover in blood and shit. Yup, we blazed up to a field on Michael’s dirtbike, so anyway after a 2 minute long crash course, I push started the bike and was off like a bullet, in the great ability of 2nd gear. After 30 seconds, I got up enough balls to go up to 3rd gear…. after 10 seconds, said balls receded and I slammed on the brakes, thats the point where I realised that I no clue how to brake. Speeding along at a wall, I did a dodgy turn to the left and realised (with a crazy sick feeling in my stomach) at the rate and direction I was going I would slam into the hedging and eat road at the other side of the hedge. So I did what any other person did…. throw my body the fuck to side and roll like crazy. I slammed against the grassy floor and started half-rolling, half-sliding along the ground, thank god I was wearing the helmet (despite I hadn’t clipped it). Picked myself up and carried on, when you fall off a dirtbike, you pick yourself and carry on… thats if you’re not horribly crippled. Worst that had happened to me was that I took a few tasty chunks outta my knee and can never wear that tshirt again after what I landed in.
In addition to dirtbike incidents, we had a savage BBQ, an awesome slip-n-slide, broke a bench by simply sitting on it, ukulele, backflipping on trampoline while playing said ukulele, hanging out with Dervila (Crystal Swing), having another crash with a pedal GoKart and sneaking out at 3 in the morning but returning 10 minutes later coz there’s nothing todo in the country. Im wrecked.
I blame Downey