I fell down a set of about 20 or so stairs at about 3 months old, onto a concrete floor. Probably the only reasons I didnt die is I have an extremely tough/thick skull, and I was in my walker, which im guessing must have absorbed some of the impact.
My dad was watching me one day, reading the newspaper, he looked up I was in our old living room, a good 25 feet away from the cellar stairs. Than he looked back up at the paper, and next thing he knew, he saw the back of my walker going down the stairs. He said it happened so fast to him. He feels that he was resposible for it too, I use to always get into trouble when I was little, I mean the only thing that was really his fault is that he left the door open to the cellar. I guess im pretty fucking rugged though, i've been situations were some people would have died, but shit hadn't affected me. My dad thinks hes and alien hybrid, and that he got abducted as a child, he even remembers seeing faces as he was falling asleep and shit calling his name, that he no idea what they were at the time, but looking back they were definatly aliens. He also said he would randomly wake up with scars on his chest and shit. So maybe im part alien, because of all that shit and that would really just explain my ruggedness.
I remember when I was about the age of 5, 2 older kids tried to drown me at boyscout camp. If it weren't for my uncle keeping and eye on me, I would have died that day.
Ive taken high doses of drugs with no tolerence towards them, only to find out later that the dose I took is considered extremely dangerous and sometimes fatal at my weight, im fairly average 6'3" 220 pounds. Im talking about dramamine, not the 9 hits of acid mention below *cough*
I wouldn't consider any of these near death experiances, but it could play a major role if I ever do commit suicide:
I was born a coke baby (thank you mommy), and grew up the first 8 yeats without my mother, the first 5 she was out partying, and the last 3 she was in rehab, she says shes sorry, and she wishes she wouldnt have made the choices she did. I've lived with 9 different relatives my whole life, been to a couple different loony bins, consisting of maybe 3 months all together. I was in two different placements for a total of 3 years. So I think ill accept her appology, considering her choices have played an obvious role in all my "issues". In previous years councelors have evaluated me, they dont think im legally insane. A lot people I hang with now do however thhink im legally insane, but shit these past few years have been worse and worse, the first time I ever tried LSD I took 9 hits at the age of 14. I dont feel crazy, but one would think you get used to your problems and they just seem normal to me, I dont really know my friends could be fucking with me. Although ive never attemped suicide, I think about it on a daily basis. My life is far from normal, Jackel you said that I should take a step back to evaluate my life, after that little od scare(wasnt scary as it was trippy), or something along those lines, well heres the major points in my life, ive evaluated them over and over again.
BAD DRUGS, I forgot were not supposed to talk about anything other than weed
I always thought if you want to change the world
Then you have to start with yourself
So if the heads of state want to end terrorism
They should go ahead and kill themselves