I was actually looking again, perhaps she was an extra on American History X in a scene with Ed Norton...
Age 17, “Friend” Had a kilo of “chocolate” at the house, cops only found crumbles. Saved “friend’s” life, quit errthang and started riding motorcycles. Dodged a few bullets there, but not as big as the one above.
Shot myself at 16 in 75. Front wheel broke off my 68 Camaro at the very top of 4th gear late one night while alone. About 81. Cleaned out a ditch at 120ish going sideways. Stepped off an fzr1000 superbike at 130ish w no brakes while in the lead in Formula USA last lap on the back straight at Tally in 89. 32 days in with an acute Pancreatitis attack w a 50-50 chance of survival in 02. 2x life flights in 011 and 012. Hit an car. Hit a tree respectively. 2x broke neck, 6x burst fractured 1x compression back vertebrae, almost all ribs, both lungs punctured, lungs detached from bottom of ribs, broke eye socket, 6 front teeth knocked out, lacerated kidney and liver, etc. Those are off the top of my head. The end
Trying to figure out a relative quantitative scale on how this relates to my not buying a Merkur as dodged bullets. Not sure if there are numbers small enough for my case.
sitting on a friend's porch with a bunch of us drinking beer. middle of summer, Boulder, CO. mid 90's. "maintenance guy" shows up because the "landlord said the furnace needs looking at." ummm... that doesn't feel right. 30 minutes of frantic removal of everything related to the pot growing in the basement. cops show up. find nothing but someone's fake ID.