mark fucking richards said:

when i was like 8 i was riding my bike reeeeaaaallllly fast down a long straight hill; there's a sharp corner at the end, full of trees that hang into the road. my cousin was speeding down the street that is on the other side of that corner on his bicycle, same side as i was riding on...the collision hurt like a bitch, the flight through the air was terrifying, and the up-close and personal hit/scrape for 10 feet on the ground was even worse. i was scraped on my arms, legs, face, neck, head and chest. it stung for at least 2 weeks, and i felt like i had been beaten with a concrete block for 3 weeks.

i've dislocated my right knee 3 times, all of which have resulted in my kneecap popping to the 3 o clock position, so a quarter of the way around my leg. the first time it happened was the worst; it was out for 4 and a half hours, then when the doctor popped it back in i bent the stretcher bars to a 45 degree angle.

for some reason this past winter i kept getting cankers on my the top, side and bottom of my tongue, as well as in the deep spaces in front of my front teeth, top and bottom. and a few on the insides of my cheeks, not all at once persay, but a few times it felt like i was eating razor blades.

when i was 10, we had a halloween parade at my school. i was a ghost. the kid behind me kept stepping on the back of my shoes telling me to go faster, even though i was just going with the pace of everyone else. we were going around a corner, out of the gym, and he stepped on my shoe just the right way for me to fall forward with all of my weight, smashing the corner of my right eyebrow into the corner of a concrete wall. that fucking ruled