October 16, 2003
Have you ever had one of those moments in which you're sure your life will end? Not an oh-shit-that-bus-came-a-little-too-close-to-the-curb-for-comfort moments. But a there's-no-imaginable-way-that-I-didn't-die kind of moment. I have one that I was, for some reason, thinking about yesterday.
When I was around 9 or 10, we had lots of kids in the neighborhood growing up. I hung out and got along with most of them. Except for one. Surprisingly, I don't really recall his name but for this exercise we'll call him Prick. Prick McDumbass. I'd had run-ins with Prick before. He was just a pain in the ass. Kind of mean but not a bully, he just needed knocking down by a peg or two.
One day we're all out riding our bikes (mine was a Mongoose, remember those?). Everyone was riding as fast as they could and jumping this ramp in the driveway across from the McDumbass' house. It was my turn and I started hauling ass down the street and just before I got towards the ramp, around which most of my friends were gathered, Prick pulls out an arrow. A real live arrow he stole from his dad. And it was pointed in my direction, right in my patch.
Needless to say the arrow didn't go straight through my heart or do much damage. I managed to bail and crash the bike about an inch before it would have made contact. The arrow stuck in my handlebar as I went flying off the bike. A few cuts and bruises and a completely trashed bike were much better than the alternative.
I still hold a grudge agains Prick McDumbass wherever he may be now. He almost killed me. But he didn't, and I guess that's the important thing.Posted by Chris at October 16, 2003 11:51 AM