In appreciation of the Matt Hughes is a son of a beetch thread I thought I'd start this story. Hopefully it gives some impression of growing up as a down on your luck child. This section of my blog will be for persons over the age of 18 so if you're not of that age, don't read the following.
I plan to update this thread more than my rules that need to be changed blog but we'll see. The stories are bound to bounce around timeline wise as I remember them so don't call me out on it
First part involves my dentist at the time and my Trick or Treating on Halloween of 1986. It would prove to be my last candy caping escapade but proved to be most memorable.
My mother drives us to the country club area of the local population to let us loose on the city soc's. As we pull over our 1968 grand fury four door my mother says "stay by the car". Of course I'm not hearing that, so I run to catch up to my best friend of the time across the street he's crossed.
Ford Bronco disagrees with my 66lbs making a clean crossing that night and runs me over at the legs. I've never broken a bone in all my 100 or so months on this earth so far so I'm downplaying the injury.
Expecting a serious bruise and road rash I look down at my ankle and to my amazement, both bones are sticking out of my camouflage pants. Interestingly enough, I was more worried about my mothers state as she was more freaked out than I had ever seen her. I later found out why.
Meanwhile, the man responsible for the education of yours truly comes forward and asks "is that Jacob"? I hesitantly answer "yes it is".
Could not believe that someone I knew had put the smackdown on me. Dr. Stewart Crow
My mom loads me into the Fury and lays rubber. A prior experience of waiting for an ambulance for my sister prompted her to do this. She did not trust the emt's and it took everything I had to assure that I'd be fine on our way to the hospital.
My biggest worry during the surgery was their cutting the socks off that I'd "borrowed" from my father. I expected a serious ass whooping but was relieved to find that the socks weren't that important
I was spoiled with He-man figures and ice cream for the next few months and wouldn't change it for anything in the world. I learned a new respect for looking both ways before crossing a street and am a smarter individual and for that I'm thankful.
In the upcomng years I prove that it's gonna take more than a truck to retard my escapades
Hope you liked the read. More to come later