I got off to a rocking, rocky start... At Age 1, I pulled a frying pan full of hamburgers off the stove onto my head. I still have a massive scar to this date. When I was 10, I fell out of the very top of a 35-foot-tall magnolia tree, crashed through limbs that slowed my descent, splatted belly first onto the huge horizon last limb, where I then held on momentarily before dropping the last 8 feet to the ground. When I was 15, after hauling ass at around a hundred miles an hour and leaving a friend on a slower bike in the dust, I wrecked my motorcycle in a curve. I had started to brake and gear down aggressively as I approached the bend. But the dirt road was one-laned and had soft shoulders on both sides, and I lost control when my front tire left the hard-packed right rut. I basically mired into the soft, sandy dirt and was pulled toward the ditch, where I impacted the bank at about 40 miles an hour. Out of control, I went up and down the 10-foot-tall bank, until finally laying t...
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