My life is a series of disconnected vignettes with no rhyme or reason to them, their only common thread being me.
I drowned in a swimming pool once when I was very young. I remember seeing a beer can floating on top of the surface of the water and trying to walk out to reach it. The next thing I remember was waking up in an oxygen tent in the hospital by myself, very alone and scared. A neighborhood kid heard me splashing in the pool, dragged me from the bottom of it and gave me CPR. I owe my life to him.
In high school, I was mugged at a donut shop by a group of gang members. No cops came to our aid, and to this day I still harbor a grudge against tasty round circles of doughy delectibility.
My apartment was once raided by cops looking for someone else. As they tore the place apart, they kept issuing dire warnings against us for the "big bag of marijuana" we had supposedly stashed away. We had no idea of what he was talking about until they were about to leave, and the lead detective tried to enter a freezer bag of catnip (still in the store container it came in) as evidence. We thought it was funny; they got excited at the possibilities of using catnip in drug busts.
There's more to me, but I really don't feel like sharing anything else here. Ask, though, and you shall receive.
