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If it weren't for our stupid cat yowling for his breakfast, our house probably would've burned down that morning.
If it weren't for our stupid cat yowling for his breakfast, our house probably would've burned down that morning.
Waking in the street after the motorcycle accident, I knew it was bad when I saw one of the paramedics throwing up.
I'll never forget the day when I realized I was born 8 months to the day of my parents wedding date.
It wasn't until after I discovered the 3D glasses from "Avatar" still in my purse that I realized I had accidentally dropped my $40 sunglasses into the recycling bin instead.
If it weren't for the accident last night, I wouldn't have the possibility of a photography job for a musician.
I was laying in bed snuggling with my 6 month old son when my brother called crying hysterically that his wife had just died in a car accident, leaving him a widow with 5 little kids to raise on his own.
I just wanted a cookie from the top shelf that morning in 1979, but ended up with a dislocated knee, a broken arm and a rusty nail through my penis.
I wonder what their lives are like now, whether they're happy, and if they ever let themselves remember the night in 1981 when they were drunk and ran that Volkswagen van off the road playing "chicken."
As my car started its sideways slide down the exit ramp, I couldn't help but think that my craving for Burger King was about to get me killed.
Unlikely activities where I've hurt myself: sitting down at a desk, getting up from a desk, getting in a car, playing guitar, using a broom.
It took me longer than it should have to realize that the blood staining the ground was not the man's, but my own and that he was holding me, not the other way around.
The newspaper failed to mention I was completely sober returning from work and that she was a suicidal alcoholic with a history of jumping in front of cars.
The day after the accident, the newspaper described her as having "minor cuts and bruises," while I would have described her as "missing most of a leg."
After the handcuffs were removed and I got all the asphalt out of my teeth, I learned the startled reaction of the police officers was due to the fact that I had been reported as a dead body on the side of the road.
In spite of the damage to my car and my body, I couldn't help but laugh at becoming the second person in my family to hit a Burger King.
As my friend was trying to explain to the 911 operator that we needed an ambulance at a biking trail named "Who's your daddy," I realized that I would be laying on the ground for a long time before being rescued.
Let us hope that the man I saw swerve into a big rig survives to read this sentence.
It's difficult to explain to my 10 year-old sister that I had really no idea the cat was sleeping under the car when I left for school.
To my ten year old brain, wearing a homemade, dangling fork necklace was a great idea, until I knelt down and jabbed myself in the leg.
Up until I saw the man's legs sticking out from under the truck's trailer I had thought the woman's shrieking had been unmerited.
When I was four, I ran my dads car into a brick wall in a supermarket parking lot.
I had no time to stop when the oncoming truck made a left turn.
I've chopped off two fingertips in the last 3 months, and never once regretted my career choice.
Grandma hasn't been the same since she flipped her SUV into that ravine.
Every time I spend a dollar of the 15 grand indemnification I got after the accident, my knee actually hurts.
I knew my accident had been serious business when I saw the newspaper headlines a couple of weeks later, stating, "Boy (19) Tricked Death."
I turned the stove on to boil some water and four hours later I found the teapot melted to the burner.
My face looks exactly like my mother's did, before a head-on collision with a drunk driver led to her complete facial reconstructive surgery.
Despite the after-effects of a broken arm and hand, going over my handlebars made me feel as if I was flying like Superman.
One of the worst feelings comes along with seeing your dog dying in the middle of the road after you accidently ran over her.
After that horrible accident, my mom was on a ventilator and I was the only one who could understand that she was asking to die.
One week after her accident, I saw her again; she didn't recognize me, but I knew she remembered what I'd done for her.
The pedestrian looked concerned, as he bounced off the bonnet of my car.