An odd tale to whet the appetite.

[Moonman]

I woke up in a white room with that smell, the smell of disinfectant, of cleanliness, of sickness, of old men and plaster of Paris. How had I ended up in hospital? What had happened? It was like I had lost my memory completely and it was just coming back to me, in flashes making me jolt and shudder, like electric shocks of dread and anxiety bombarding my whole being. A nurse approached me and asked me if I was ok and how I felt. I sheepishly inquired after what painkillers were available. Not that I was in much physical pain but I wanted out of there one way or another. I closed my eyes and was immediately transported back to an unnatural scene, houses were whizzing by me at speed, and the pub on the corner flew out of my vision. There was wind and noise, a lot of noise, traffic, trailing sirens, and fabric furiously flapping.
I opened my eyes to see my sister standing beside my bed wearing a uniform. I, at once, remembered that she was a nurse and that she worked in the Lourdes hospital. She looked at me with a worried expression, I felt sick. “What had I done?” “Mom was here” she said. I didn’t feel so alone now that I had a contact on the inside.
I was drunk, so drunk that I had lost the pattern of myself. I was sobering up fast though as we picked up speed. We had already gone from the traffic lights at Trinity Street, past Mothers bar and we were hurtling up the North road gathering momentum with every passing second. I had to decide whether to keep holding onto the bolt of the door of this huge hauler until we reached the next town, 40 minutes away on the motorway, or let go and run as fast as possible in the hope of absorbing the fall. I tried in vain to motion to the cars behind me but to no avail as it angrily juddered ahead. I could hear and feel the gear changes as the engine revved and the beating of my heart accelerated proportionately.
Sharon handed me two green and yellow capsules which I promptly necked without water hoping for some respite from these awful, ominous images I was being forced to relive. She began to fill me in a little; she said I had been involved in a serious accident on the main road out of town and that I had very nearly been killed. A visible shockwave of horror coursed through me, I grimaced, she flinched. After subtly drawing the screen around us she came to the bed and gave me a hug, I’m not sure if I cried but I was overwhelmed by a new sensation of utter desperation, at my lack of control over my destiny and helplessness, uselessness, of supreme shame. I was hardly able to stand, stupid on rum and had jumped on to the back of an idling juggernaut in an attempt to hitch a ride to my house less than one thousand meters away. Reaching fifty miles an hour, the last thing I remember was letting go

[fr0d0]

Damn I just wasted a few minutes

[Rhizomorph13]

@fr0d0 - You shouldn't have commented if it was such a waste to you. Fr0d0 was a hobbit not a troll.

Moonman,

Um, wow, how crazy! I've never been that out of my wits. The closest thing I have done to was to get into a vehicle with some of my friends and end up deposited by the side of the road as the car flipped into the woods. We were all drunk but we had about an hour talk before we decided to take the car. Nobody was that seriously hurt.

By the way, the "Off Topic" area would be a better place for such random postings.

Thanks for sharing,
Rhizo

[Moonman]

Damn I just wasted a few minutes

Well being a christian, you would be used to that eh Frodo? Do you like Lord of the Riings? I thought it was shite. Too long, awfully boring.
Cheers for the comment

[fr0d0]

Well being a christian, you would be used to that eh Frodo?

You assume, wrongly.

Do you like Lord of the Riings? I thought it was shite. Too long, awfully boring.

Me too.

Sorry, I don't usually slate like that. That was well written, if not exactly my cup of tea. I dunno, maybe with some background.

[Dotard]

Don't feel alone Frodo. I too want that 90 seconds of my life back.

[Moonman]

Don't feel alone Frodo. I too want that 90 seconds of my life back.

SSorry Dosie I´m sure you can make up for it by contributing to society in a meaningful way, maybe you could spent 90 seconds slitting your fucking wrists.

[Rhizomorph13]

Moonman,

So the fact that he didn't like the pap you wrote means he should kill himself?

I appreciate both Fr0d0 and Dotard, they both contribute much to this forum. Even though Fr0d0 is a smelly theist! hahs jk Fr0d0.

We all take shots at each other from time to time. Telling someone they should kill themselves is a bit much.

So grow up and learn to take criticism or get the fuck off.

Cheers on being a drunken lunatic by the way,
Rhizo

P.S. Fr0d0 sorry for my lame post earlier, your trolling was funny and warranted, I was just in a bad mood and felt all sensitive and stuff. I should grow up.

[Moonman]

I shouldn´t hav posted the story, I tried to delete it but couldn´t. He took a shot and I hit back. They are words dude. Take them any way you want. I was over the top though

[Rhizomorph13]

Moonman,

I appreciated your story, but I enjoy random things so that isn't a very good measure of quality.

As for, "They are words dude. Take them any way you want.", I'll take your words as they are defined in a dictionary along with cultural connotations. This isn't a case of mistaken definition.

See you around,
Rhizo