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Damn it! I tried posting it before, but I kept getting a damned DNS error. I'll try again:
The summer between 8th and 9th grade I went on my first and only can collection drive with the Boy Scout troop I was currently in at the time. My partner was a friend from school I had made the previous year (8th grade), and he and I were being trucked around (literally) sitting on the back of the tailgate of his dad's truck...while it was MOVING.
As if that wasn't retarded enough, he and I decided it might be funny to have our feet touch the road once in a while. I kept on doing this even after he had stopped for a long time while (thankfully) not on a city street. My feet touched once, twice, and then the next thing I remembered was waking up in an ambulance; seems I had fallen off the truck and hit the pavement with my head in the process of screwing around. Spent the rest of that day in the ICU (I had internal bleeding) and the rest of the 4th of July weekend in a general ward. Adding insult to injury I had a massive migraine for 4 days after I came home. Not fun.
After that little incident, my troopmates held the short-lived tradition of saying "Don't pull a Haskins [my last name] on us!" every time someone rode in a truck as a passenger. I'll never forgive them for that, heh.
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