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Join Date: Sep 2004 
Location: UK 
 
					     
 
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				Feb 27th, 2009, 03:24 PM
			
			
			
		
			
			       
				
			
			  
		
 
	
	
		
		
		It's weird, for all the obviously extremely dangerous shit I did as a kid I never really managed to injure myself badly (never broken a bone or anything). Well, there is one possible exception.  
 
Me and a mate used to get high and just fuck about in this wasteland/wooded area on a hill. We used to use this big branch as a kind of catapult to launch shit off the hill. One day we decided the branch had lot a lot of it's springyness and opted to find a new one. 
We found an awesomely powerful crap launching branch, stripped all the leaves etc. off it, and proceeded to test it. My friend pulled it back just as I was walking in front and the fucking thing snapped causing the end to swing round into my eyeball. Apparently I did a full 360 before hitting the ground. The second it happened it was the worst feeling ever because I didn't know if I even still had an eye left or what. I couldn't open it or see out of it or anything. One trip to casualty later and a sleepless night of extreme discomfort and I was finally able to - more or less - see again. Took ages to heal and I still feel like that eye is less sensitive to colour but at least it's still in my skull. 
 
To this day anything that looks like it's under a lot of stress - taught cables etc. - make me rather nervous. 
		
	
		
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