I don't fear death and today was another great example why that is. Today I believe my life was the closest it has ever been to ending. It rather interesting to see the whole thing play out especially since there are still injuries that don't seem to add up with what happened (or at least my own recollection. For all I know, my body is still in shock and fucking with what I thought happened). So pretty much I was biking down Exposition Blvd on the bike lane to get to the Metro Western Station when I slipped on the shattered remains of head light and rear light covers from an accident and fell on my right side. I slide completely horizontally to the ground and crashed directly head first into the sidewalk (or the curb I guess, since I was at ground level in the first place). With no real sense of what had happened, I just got up, picked up my bicycle and walked towards the train station since I was already almost there. The first step was the hardest. It felt like I couldn't move my ankle and most of the feeling had disappeared from my foot from the knee down. I just limped and limped and limped some more. My arms were covered in dirt and blood. Nothing put me more in my place than realizing I had broken my helmet. The top of my helmet crashed directly into the curb. Just looking at the cracks now are pretty surreal. Had I not been wearing a helmet, I probably would have cracked open both the side and top of my head and just have let blood gash all over the place. Even my neck begins to randomly have the sensation of being sore. It also turned out that I scrapped part of the right side of my face while sliding. I didn't even realize it until I saw myself before taking a shower. Looking back onto all of it now, my helmet easily was the difference between life and death. I guess I'm pretty grateful my mom makes me wear it every time I go biking. I hated it at first when I bought it back in January because I looked a bit goofy with it on but it grew on to me over time. My helmet complemented my hair pretty well. Even my friend Madison told me she was jealous of how well I was able to pull off my long hair down with the helmet on. Sometimes when I'm getting ready to leave the house and go biking, I stress out for not being able to find my helmet and even freak out at times. Coincidentally of all though, right before I fell down, I was telling myself I would rather look goofy than risk cracking open my skull and almost instances later, there I was, sliding on the floor. This event isn't going to stop me from riding my bicycle once again after my ankle gets better. On Tuesday I plan to go directly to the store to buy a new one and get back on the streets. I don't get an adrenaline rush from any of this, just in my mind there is no fear of what may happen the second things go wrong. Do I have problems? Probably, but the world is going to have to try harder to take me out. I'm a trooper on the inside and will keep on riding the streets until it is 100% physically impossible for me to do so. If the world thinks it won the battle, man was it wrong. But enough with that, how about the pictures?
"Don't let the fucking world, bring you down"- DevilDriver
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