when I was about 10 years of age I was fooling around with my friends and I thought I could run as fast as the fastest speed on the treadmill and when I decided that I couldn't I didn't know how to get off so I did a kind of weird thing but my leg stayed on the tread mill and the rubber ripped through my skin like a banshee with an orange. so after I got off I was screaming in pain. we where the only ones home because it was a Sunday and Noah was too unholy to go to church so we just kind of hung out and played Minecraft and watched annoying orange for like 3 hours while I bled profusely. when his parents came home they just told me to put ice on it. the rest of the summer I felt the pain the that skinned knee it sucked. you know what else sucks? wakening up to NPR talking about the Boston marathon bombing .when I was young I would listen to NPR in the morning on weekends and the talked about this radio event where the radio people read an excerpt from some horror novel in the 60s about aliens who where gonna destroy earth and people thought it was real, it freaked a lot of people out the first time. they did it again in the 80s but when people where told it was just a prank they tried to burn down the radio station and NPR was interviewing the daughter of this dude who fell like 3 stories trying to escape the fire and when he fell into the crowd of people below he last thing he heard was "Lets Kill him" but someone said "No I think he's already had enough" and that event just kind of stuck with me for a long time