the people I work with are stupid and lazy - and they probably don't like me.

[diceisgod]

I was drunk and it was about 4 am. Racing with my friends during my senior week trip (it was a cruise). I had the thing maxed out (probably about 35 mph) going into a 120 degree turn. I knew that turn was there because we passed it on the way before but I completely forgot about it when we went back that way. Hit a concrete embankment about four feet high (behind that was about a 50 foot drop). I just braced myself and slammed into it. The moped and my arm dragged across the top of it. Blood was flowing out of my ring finger like a fountain (it is still malformed to this day, my finger nail has a permanent ridge on it, it's freaky). My forearm was completely scrapped. I was a bloody mess. The moped was wrecked but surprisingly it started back up again. I hopped back on it and drove back to the boat nearly passed out on the way back becasue of all the blood I was losing. But I got there and got stitched up, made up a bullshit story. Starting screaming at my doctor when he kept asking me how many drinks I had. Kept telling him none and causing a ruckus (I was shit-faced). Woke up the next evening and went to the bar. Good times. I was going to buy one of those "I survived the moped" shirts for shits and giggles but didn't.