A couple years ago, I was going to the movies with two of my good friends. When they drove by to pick me up, they started playing that dumb little game where you accelerate as your buddy gets to the door.
I do not appreciate such bullshittery.
Anyway, I decided that they were to be punished. Being a track sprinter, I easily caught up with the car. In response, they accelerated. This tug o' war of idiocy continued until they were going faster than my top speed by a hefty amount. For some reason, I decided that grabbing onto a moving car going ~26 mph would be a splendid way to keep up.
I was dragged around 20 feet before the car completely stopped. The entire left side of my body was covered in blood. I could see ligaments where my skin was sanded the worst. I still have golfball sized scars on every major joint on the left half of my body. The worst part, though...I ruined an awesome shirt and pair of pants.
The best part was I didn't feel anything though
my first reaction after it happened was to limp to the car, climb in, and say "let's go". My friends look at me like "uh dude, you kind of messed yourself up" and then I realized; all I said was "aww man, I'm bleeding...fuck it, let's go to the movie anyway."
Trust me, if you ever plan on doing something that'll probably end in a ton of blood (your blood); do it big. At a certain threshold of pain, your brain just tends to block it out.
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