SkyHog
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Everything Offends Me
Its been almost 3 years....a night that will forever be cemented in my brain as the night that my life could have ended. But what's worse is the deception over the last 3 years that night brought on. There are some details that I will take to my grave, but there are some details that I think need to be brought to light, if for no other reason, to try to regain some respect when I look in the mirror.
I went out for a night of debauchery with some friends back in 2008, to a bar called "Geckos." We had been drinking heavily, and met up with some ladies. As the night progressed, everyone (except me) decided to go to the bathroom to do some cocaine. I decided to steal one of my friends' keys because I felt he was too drunk/drugged up to drive home, and I (in my stupor) thought that was the smartest way to keep him from driving.
As the night progressed, the girl I was with suggested that we head to her apartment, which was right down the road (about 2 blocks), so we decided to walk. My friend confronted me and accused me of stealing his keys. We got into a very heated argument, which ended with me returning his keys and saying some things I probably should have never said.
Anyway, as we walked back to her apartment, my friend left the bar, and thought it would be funny to act like he was going to run us both down. I assumed he would stop, he assumed I would move, and it turns out, we were both wrong, and I took the full brunt of his pickup truck at a very fast speed. Right before contact, I threw the girl away in my drunkenness because I finally realized that he was not going to stop. After I got hit, she took off.
My friends got out of the car and carried me to the sidewalk, and the friend that was driving the truck left to go home. My other friend called his dad to take us to the hospital, where he told everyone I had drunkenly stumbled over a guardrail and fallen into a cement ditch, striking my head and arm on the way down.
I thought I was going to die. My jaw was broken, my arm was broken, and I was severely concussed, slipping into and out of consciousness. At some point, I was apparently clear enough to ask my friend to go to our house (he was my roommate at the time) and get some stuff for me, since I thought I was going to be in the hospital for a long time. I also asked him to find my phone (which was apparently sitting on the median) and to come here and tell everyone what happened. I don't remember if I told him to continue the lie or to tell the truth, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised either way.
And that is where the story begins here. He decided to act like he was my concerned father, and to let everyone know that I was nearing death's door basically. When he returned with my phone, I was able to answer a lot of everyone's text messages....I was in so much pain, once I sobered up, I was given morphine and had my jaw wired shut. My arm was casted, and the recovery process began about 2 days later. My rehabilitation for arm movement completed about a year after that.
I feel horrible. The lie has plagued me for nearly 3 years, because there were some who thought I had randomly been stricken by a drunk driver, and that I was some kind of hero and master of causes. In reality, I was a drunk douchebag that got hit by a friend that was playing around while drunk.
I talked to that friend on the phone yesterday for the first time in 2 years. It was his 28th birthday, and he was celebrating by getting coked up and finding girls. I think that was what finally made me decide to come clean today....I don't know why.
Its time.
I'm your Cowboy Pilot. I'm sorry.
I went out for a night of debauchery with some friends back in 2008, to a bar called "Geckos." We had been drinking heavily, and met up with some ladies. As the night progressed, everyone (except me) decided to go to the bathroom to do some cocaine. I decided to steal one of my friends' keys because I felt he was too drunk/drugged up to drive home, and I (in my stupor) thought that was the smartest way to keep him from driving.
As the night progressed, the girl I was with suggested that we head to her apartment, which was right down the road (about 2 blocks), so we decided to walk. My friend confronted me and accused me of stealing his keys. We got into a very heated argument, which ended with me returning his keys and saying some things I probably should have never said.
Anyway, as we walked back to her apartment, my friend left the bar, and thought it would be funny to act like he was going to run us both down. I assumed he would stop, he assumed I would move, and it turns out, we were both wrong, and I took the full brunt of his pickup truck at a very fast speed. Right before contact, I threw the girl away in my drunkenness because I finally realized that he was not going to stop. After I got hit, she took off.
My friends got out of the car and carried me to the sidewalk, and the friend that was driving the truck left to go home. My other friend called his dad to take us to the hospital, where he told everyone I had drunkenly stumbled over a guardrail and fallen into a cement ditch, striking my head and arm on the way down.
I thought I was going to die. My jaw was broken, my arm was broken, and I was severely concussed, slipping into and out of consciousness. At some point, I was apparently clear enough to ask my friend to go to our house (he was my roommate at the time) and get some stuff for me, since I thought I was going to be in the hospital for a long time. I also asked him to find my phone (which was apparently sitting on the median) and to come here and tell everyone what happened. I don't remember if I told him to continue the lie or to tell the truth, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised either way.
And that is where the story begins here. He decided to act like he was my concerned father, and to let everyone know that I was nearing death's door basically. When he returned with my phone, I was able to answer a lot of everyone's text messages....I was in so much pain, once I sobered up, I was given morphine and had my jaw wired shut. My arm was casted, and the recovery process began about 2 days later. My rehabilitation for arm movement completed about a year after that.
I feel horrible. The lie has plagued me for nearly 3 years, because there were some who thought I had randomly been stricken by a drunk driver, and that I was some kind of hero and master of causes. In reality, I was a drunk douchebag that got hit by a friend that was playing around while drunk.
I talked to that friend on the phone yesterday for the first time in 2 years. It was his 28th birthday, and he was celebrating by getting coked up and finding girls. I think that was what finally made me decide to come clean today....I don't know why.
Its time.
I'm your Cowboy Pilot. I'm sorry.
